Whenever I play a game such as Oblivion or Fallout in which your character can drink alcohol, I feel compelled to drink some myself. I am certainly not an alcoholic by any measure--I take pleasure in the act of drinking more than being intoxicated. The rustic bottles of mead and cyrodilic brandy, and the oddly glowing radioactive whiskey just look so appealing! They must be triggering some kind of Pavlovian response.
I have a tendency to play many games like a miser and a hoarder. I accumulate all sorts of equipment I never end up using, and attempt to solve every obstacle in the most efficient manner possible. Sometimes I fear this is indicative of my own living habits, and that I may some day live in narrow corridors between stacks of accumulated junk in cardboard boxes.
Though I can appreciate open-ended nonlinear sandbox gameplay, I don't think it's the be-all and end-all of gameplay design. Sometimes I like being railroaded. If you know what I mean.
I have a tendency to play many games like a miser and a hoarder. I accumulate all sorts of equipment I never end up using, and attempt to solve every obstacle in the most efficient manner possible. Sometimes I fear this is indicative of my own living habits, and that I may some day live in narrow corridors between stacks of accumulated junk in cardboard boxes.
Though I can appreciate open-ended nonlinear sandbox gameplay, I don't think it's the be-all and end-all of gameplay design. Sometimes I like being railroaded. If you know what I mean.
I'm just a little boy.