“Yeah, this is a pretty good server, but there’s always these couple of players who never join a squad and, like, have a kill/death ratio of about minus a million. They make it really hard to win. I wish the admins would just kick them off.”
Wait. That’s me. I’ve somehow found a spare hour at the end of my day and I’ve decided the best use of it is to run around aimlessly in some kind of post-apocalyptic battlefield waving guns around and most often wondering where on earth somebody just came from to stab me in the back. I respawn more often than I run around, to be honest.
But there’s more to it than just the constant death-by-camper. Take a look a multiplayer gaming from my point of view, you sniveling little git, and I’ll show you a world of cognitive reflex, synaptic response and heart rate modifiers that help keep me alive. At least, in the real world.
Questions Answered:
What are the benefits of multiplayer gaming to a generation of older players?
What are the barriers to entry for older multiplayer gamers?
What’s it like to die in multiplayer games quite so much?