The internet is a wonderous creation, granting unrestrained capabilities where an infinite profusion of knowledge is at your disposal, financial transactions are instantaneously simple, and where any sleep depraved, self-indulgent degenerate can publish their irrelevant musings or inconsequential scientific findings, like myself. Everything imaginable is spontaneously accessible, but if only the world operated with such tender intentions, when so many dangers lurk on this comprehensive, edifying interface. Glimpses into terrifying reality of deprecating magnitudes, parasitic provoking suffering that afflicts you, and leaves you envious of anyone suffering with cataracts; and this is just the copious amount of rather rotund, follicular challenged individuals singing and frolicking to generic pop songs on YouTube. But the same level of sophistication, charm, as well as the all too audible miscreants with the vocabulary dexterity of brain-damaged gold-fish, can’t be applied to the minority of online gamers.
I’ve been shot, blown up, out maneuvered, sustained consistent fractured diaphragms and impaired decision-making, some of which has resulted in unsolicited abuse from disgruntled team mates. Ok my skills on games like Uncharted 3 may not live up to certain diligent requirements of my associates, and I’m more likely to perish than a one-legged hedgehog on the M25, but have an objective sense of reasoning when participating. I can only conceive that selected individuals are sat comfortably in a pool of translucent goo that was formerly their cognitive sense of principles, and are participating in a cardinal relationship with their mother? Leaving an already developed campaign in a moment of ignorant indiscretion, in favour of possible prosperity somewhere else, just because I didn’t arrive quick enough when aid was required, doesn’t necessitate that you solicit an unwarranted bombardment, of petty abuse due to my momentary absence.
But as I previously stated, this is a very small, petty demographic consisting of pathetic, self-preserving anomalies, obsessed with increased statistical prowess to compensate for non-existent genitalia ( or whatever the female equivalent is), the majority of my supplementary excursions has allowed me to converse with many equally enthusiastic gamers, fully prepared to co-operate and sacrifice their own safety for your benefit. With many tightly poised confrontations, it’s always satisfying to know that someone, on a separate section of the globe, who you’ve had no prior exchanges with is prepared to aid you, whether intentionally or for affluence, it’s still humbling. The transient, blissful moment of victory as you and your comrades begin alternating between elaborate air guitaring, initiating the “Carlton” or thrusting your crutch in your accomplices vicinity like an excitable teen, is a sensation few outside the figurative walls of the Uncharted multiplayer will begin to fathom, though it’s not as sexually explicit as it sounds!
What is your general experience been like online? Or do you just avoid it all together? Let me know what you think.