Stupid Toby has to use the cutest picture ever to express his excitement over our new writers here are WTFGamersOnly. But I, Editor Marissa Fiore will not let him have the better introduction to our brand new writing staff!
Over this past week, we, the editorial staff, have been able to experience a number of new writers with extraordinary talent, wit, humor, and of course, a never-ending passion for gaming. These gamers come from across the globe and have all been introduced to gaming in different ways. It is my absolute pleasure to introduce some of the new faces here. But enough from me. They’ve got their own stories to tell.
I recall a time where my legs would grow numb, and my neck stiff from being too close to our box television. My mother and older brother would be sitting with me, coaching my small fingers on the controls of a Super Nintendo Gaming System. All the frustrations of not being able to jump far enough to land on the other side of a ledge; and even more coaching. Even more positive reinforcement.
We didn’t have much growing up, only our imagination and creative structure to which our life flowed. If I wasn’t jumping on goombas, or hitting someone with a baseball bat in Earthbound; either my mother or brother would be. It was something that helped our small family connect; to help each other and sometimes, bicker at one another. I enjoyed playing as much as watching. I never really thought that such a simple, yet complex machine would keep a family close, or blossom into the industry it is; and will be.
Now, many years later, I continue to game. Even if my mother–still as imaginative and creative as she is– doesn’t know anything about Witchers, or a Wood Elf. Still, a solid and rooted connection still lives on between my brother and I; and throughout the years gaming has improved, I have many reasons why I game. But, I will never forget how, and what got me into gaming. The sense of adventure, the connection and escape that drives us to become a team or adversaries. To be someone else for a while after a hard and stressful day of being an adult. To invest in a growing industry, and to see it flourish.
The very connection with people, our own imagination, and throughout the world. That is what got me into gaming.
Every kid is brought up different. My being raised by extremist religious nuts has made me realize that I’ve been brought up very differently. The normalcy of my childhood was two things; my big brother and video games. Sure it started out as my controller being unplugged from the console. It still had me psyched that I was allowed to even touch the damn thing, but from day one I was hooked on gaming. My brother and I played Sega Genesis and Super Nintendo in his small room in our basement; on a retro television, seriously, it had the three channels, giant clicky knobs and screwed up bunny ears.
From Altered Beast and Sonic the Hedgehog to Killer Instinct and Super Mario World, I ate it all up. I finally got old enough that my controller was allowed to be plugged in and life took off. To my excitement, our parents took pity on us and even let us use their newer television and got a PlayStation. Of course, I played other games like Road Rash and Ape Escape, but my all time favorite (that I had to watch be played before I got to play) Final Fantasy IX, still to this day my absolute favorite Final Fantasy game. Ahh^.^
Age and whatnot happened, I got a hand-me down GameBoyCOLOR and my brother moved onto Advanced. Then, one Christmas, long after Advanced SPs were a thing, a matching set of Nintendo DS lites. Oh man we Pokémoned so hard together, sorry I get nostalgic. Sure Xbox and our old games were enough to satisfy some gaming needs, but once you escape reality for so long you just crave more and more. More worlds to explore and more people to meet. Not to mention the drastic changes in visual media.
Still to this day I am player 2. My boyfriend could not be more thrilled to have a significant other that doesn’t mind sitting and gaming in front of the television for hours on end, but most days I am still proudly second player to my big brother.
Starting all the way back to 1998, the introduction of gaming into my life was watching my parents play through the original Resident Evil from 1996.
From what my parents have told me I was always interacting with my parents, jumping from a jump scare when they did or even try to help with a puzzle even in my young age where I didn’t even know how to say my own name.
It was around 1999 I was given my parents Sega Genesis and I played my first game, Sonic the Hedgehog 2 and I was never the same.
The colors, the speed and just the idea that I was in control of this character and having so much fun. It was the feeling of interactivity that I was in control of the consequences of what was happening was what stuck me, being a small kid who was not able to do anything and throughout the years was constantly bullied, video games have always been able to give me a sense of power, control and courage that has helped me to the position I am today.
Gaming has been an escape for many people. Weather it’s getting all tactical and taking out terrorist or slaying dragons and giants, it’s a great way to break away from the world. And my getting into gaming story is no different.
When I was younger my parents bought my brother and I a Nintendo 64. No this was wasn’t my first video game, but it was our first home console. Playing the classics like Ocarina of time, Pokemon Stadium, or one of my personal favorites from that era, Hydro Thunder. We would play for hours nonstop. Either taking turns or going head to head in Smash Bros. Trying to be quiet late at night so our parents wouldn’t hear us. But after a while of gaming it turned into more than an enjoyable time passer. It was a safe haven for when our parents would be fighting. Running back to the room where the 64 was set up, increasing the volume so we couldn’t hear them yell. That little black box was more than what a young me saw it as.
That may not be the happiest reasons for my gaming passions but it is how I got into gaming. as the years went by I played more and more. losing the stress from school, now from my retail job. then I got into online gaming. I wasn’t the loneliest person in school but having a stutter did hold me back from making friends. And one of them helped me hook my Xbox 360 up to the internet and my world really changed. I could communicate with complete strangers and not care if I stuttered, I could mute or just leave the game. I rarely had to, which was the best part. Most people were kind and understanding. We all had the same objective in the game, all on the same team. Not having the face contact help my confidence build so when i got into the real world I wouldn’t be as shy. Now I’m a pretty big chatterbox, especially when it comes to games.
Every now and then I think back to my old 64. Reminds me about everything it got me through and what it started. Makes me think what I can continue on and get through whatever lies ahead. Gaming is my therapy, my escape, my home.