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Feel like walking away...I haven't felt well for a while. Muse is lying on its death-bed. I'm about to go off for a weekend of gaming, but I'm not running things this time, just a spectator. But something doesn't feel right.
Some part of me keeps saying, 'you're 43 now, Marcy, time to grow up and leave childish things behind'.
It's getting harder to keep defending the indefensible. It's not easy being female sometimes, and it's definitely not easy being a gamer. And I was both before it was trendy to be so
And I have always defended gaming and gamers. When it was fashionable to rag on RPG games as being only for 'devil worshippers' I was quick to point out that such people didn't know what the fuck they were talking about - gaming offers empowerment, imagination, escapism, excitement. I was equally quick to defend videogames, that the likes of Mass Effect or Dragon Age offer an almost unparelleled opportunity to make a unique and heroic character. My Shepard is a black lesbian (so she gets triple PC poi