I have just realized I might harbor a serious gaming flaw within me. I discovered it when I was about five hours into Red Dead Redemption 2 and hit a wall. I felt like I was at work. I was becoming stressed and unhappy. In the game I had multiple “jobs” in my queue and loads of people I was expected to meet. Existing within that world were limitless possibilities branching out from each new experience. I could change my ammo, my horses, my hair, my clothes. I could kill a bear and have a coat made by some guy in the woods. I could mix a bunch of weeds over a campfire and make…god knows what. Its like a game within a game within a game. And I, little ole me, had near total control ovef my experience. To millions of gamers this must be nirvana. To me it has become hell!
I similarly discovered a hatred of Elite Dangerous a couple of years ago. And I thought then that the reason for the hate was the grind. But that wasn’t it. It was the crafting: the building and buying and upgrading of ships; the skills accessed through engineers. It again became work. The worst kind of work: drudgery with a deadline.
I am not whining just to whine. I want to know are there others out there like me? Am I just too stupid to appreciate the rich gameplay all these options allow? Am I showing signs of autism in being stressed about options that no one is forcing me to use? Or am I just old and harking back to a simpler time when Grand Theft Auto was asking only that you shoot people and run from cops, not search for special weeds to cure your horse’s stomach flu?