There are some genres of video game that I find myself thoroughly engaging with, but unsure whether I’m actually having fun with them. The FPS is a perfect example of this. Of course, they’re competitive games by their very nature, and competition brings out the very, very worst in us.
If something like Mario Kart and other ever-popular kart racers can elicit screaming fury in the most mild-mannered of us – and I think we can all agree that they absolutely can – then there’s no hope for the FPS. Some of the worst hate mail and voice chat moments have come from my experiences with these shooters.
It’s all K/D ratios, howling at snipers and campers, and generally super serious business. The first FPS I truly fell in love with was a very different beast. This isn’t to say that there wasn’t sniping and camping and the resultant rage and pettiness, but there was a wonderfully ridiculous vibe to the whole thing that just felt so different. Does anybody else remember 2012’s Gotham City Impostors?
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