"It is not entirely right of me to fault Sony Computer Entertainment Santa Monica for making this game. Surely they knew that all of the above was true, and that all of the above would make a successful game. Shame on them for indulging us, but shame on us for wanting it. Shame on us for coming to expect this sort of skullfucking as 'fun'. This isn’t fun. It’s a nervous tick. It’s a bad habit. It’s obsessive compulsive behavior. It’s going through an entire box of q-tips in a day, because rubbing the inside of your ear feels so good the first time that you just can’t stop, and you eventually start to tell yourself that those little clumps of blood on the cotton are just really dark, moist bits of earwax that you’re better off without."
I'm going to be perfectly honest with you here. I have a gigantic box of q-tips in my bathroom specifically so that there are never NOT q-tips in my bathroom. Q-tipping my ears is easily the most cherished part of my morning hygiene ritual. More so than the euphoric wake-up urination, more so than the 30 to 40 minute hot shower which relaxes my muscles from the nightly stress of my signature slurry of psilocybin-level dreams, more so than the shaving I perform to sculpt my face into the face of a better man, and more so than the tooth brushing I undergo to make my mouth socially acceptable. It is that 10 seconds of q-tipping that I love the most. Not only does it feel sooo uniquely good, but it's an investment. You see, when a human female puts her mouth on my ears (in whichever of the many ways there are to do such a thing; they're all wonderful) it feels really fucking good and I've found that if my ears are clean, the female in question is much more likely to continue to do whatever she is doing to my ears with her mouth.
Speaking of sex (because there are certainly no females putting their mouth on my ears at work or at the grocery store), how about sex without making babies?! That shit is pretty great, right? I would say yes and we'd all be hard pressed (ha) to find another human that doesn't agree.
My point is, I don't disagree with a single fucking word in that God Of War 2 review. Not one. But I very much disagree with the grand implication. God Of War 2 (especially number 2 amongst the series) looks incredible, sounds incredible, and FEELS incredible. I bet if you invited it over for dinner it would probably smell incredible, too. And ripping endless hordes of ridiculous creatures to pieces while bouncing from beautiful room to beautiful room is chemically incredible. As a game experience, nay, as an EXPERIENCE, it is painfully and disgustingly shallow. But I would argue that sex, without the intent to procreate, is the exact same thing. Better though, than injuring yourself with excessive q-tipping, or repeatedly doing drugs that don't benefit you, or needlessly doing things that don't provide your life with more meaning! There are some things we do, and SHOULD do more often (without self-destruction) simply because they feel good.
I find Andrew's point fascinating, and if I had to guess I would say he is an upstanding guy-man. But while he does not suffer meaningless videogame experiences (this is probably a reflection of a greater virtue of his) I certainly do because I have no such virtue. I do things first and foremost because they FEEL good, and only begin a search for meaning when I find it necessary. Mind you, I have absolutely no intention of making Aztez meaningless (on any level) I simply find fundamental and quality pleasure a respectable use of time. Much love, Andrew! *clinks mug*