There’s a problem with video games. And no, before anyone starts it’s nothing to do with violence. It’s the fact that I play the games and get into a certain way of thinking that quite often carries over into my real life.
I’ll be happily walking along and I’ll see a bird’s nest in a tree. Before you know it I’ll be reaching for my gun, ready to shoot the nest down and see what treasure falls out.
Or maybe I’ll see a car parked down the road from a ramp. It wont be long until I’m looking around to see if anyone will notice me stealing the car and trying for an insane jump.
But at least it’s better than it was back in the early 90s. I can’t tell you how many small animals I stomped on, expecting to get gold rings out of them…
Oh, in case anyone from the Daily Mail is reading this, that was a joke.