6 year old me was absolutely blown away with the concept that you can jump into the shoes of a character and walk through their world thanks to just a console and a controller. I grew up right when 3D games were really starting to hit their marks and the first game I’ve ever played was Sonic Adventure on my older sisters new Gamecube.

I’m willing to go on grand, meaningful journeys like in Xenoblade Chronicles as much as I am eager to thoughtlessly hunt Zinogre to extinction for the sake of crafting a badass greatsword in Monster Hunter.Īnd yet despite me holding these games in high regard and willing marathon them all for good ole’ times sake, not one of them has given me the feeling that Freedom Planet has given to me recently: Nostalgia. It’s very apparent to me that I only have favorite games, not favorite genres. And I’ve felt undeniable glee in murdering the hundreds of denizens of Hell in Doom. I’ve questioned my own sense of self and belief-system in no small part thanks to SOMA. I’ve witnessed the epic trilogies unfold in Mass Effect and Dark Souls since their humble beginnings back in 20 respectively.

I’ve stuck with this hobby, this passion, of mine for the better part of 15 years and have seen many incredible shifts in design and leaps in technology that have made gaming evolve into a medium where any story can be told, and any feat can be accomplished. I’ve been playing video games since I was 6 and have experienced dozens if not hundreds of incredible titles. This is gonna be a long one, so bear with me.

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