My Ten Favorite Games

It's always an arduous task to write this type of list. Gaming has been an integral part of my life since I was the tender age of five, when Super Mario 64 was the first cartridge I had the honor to squeeze into a Nintendo 64. Since then I've played thousands of games--not that I've counted, it's merely a rough estimate--across most platforms. My collection is close to one thousand games large, though my Steam library comprises about half that total.

Here's the list.

I. Final Fantasy IX
II. Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal
III. Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3
IV. GoldenEye 007
V. Fallout: New Vegas
VI. Disgaea: Afternoon of Darkness
VII. Minecraft
VIII. Pokemon OmegaRuby
IX. Mirror's Edge
X. DOOM

Please remember that list is quite volatile. Currently it's composed of games that I categorically enjoyed more than any other game I can think of.

The Return: The Invasion of the New King

I've died. I'm dead. Killed. Actually, I wasn't killed. I was critically injured while sailing a pirate ship to the moon. I yearned to plunder to moon of its numerous treasures. During my absence a robot I programmed to update this blog went on a permanent holiday to the Bahamas. Okay? Okay.

Nearly two years have passed since I previously wrote a bit of content for the zero people who read this blog to enjoy. My time has been wisely invested in exploring the recesses of bags of Lay's potato chips and not completing anything on lists that now lie in the nebulous depths of my Wunderlist account. My personality has become a bit more mature at the expense of the minuscule piece of optimism I clutched before, and my life has become as dull as a broken pencil. Pencils can be sharpened, unless you have a mechanical pencil then you can push the eraser to expel the short bit of lead that won't remain in the tip and replace it with a new, longer piece of lead... What I mean to say is that despite the mental horrors I've endured, I can insert my life in to an electric sharpener... I give up.

I've mentioned attending college in a previous post, I think. Regardless, I was enrolled in a community college for a semester, and successfully completed it with my name on the dean's list. I realized that college would be too socially demanding for me and left a week into the second semester. I wasn't able to tolerate the required group activities, the speeches and presentations, and the daily battle with anxiety that I was losing. The most significant action I didn't take was to seek help. My anxiety could have been professionally treated, but I was far too anxious to even consider seeking assistance. My anxiety grew new heads and wore different masks, but its message was always the same. The time after college was, suffice to say, exceedingly miserable. However, like a pencil life can be sharpened; its intrinsic qualities can be improved. That's what I've been focusing on the previous few months.

I'll be returning to college this fall to slay my demons. I want so much more out of life than what I've experienced, and I certainly do not intend to allow anxiety to suck the ambition juices out of me. I wish to use Blogger as a repository of thoughts and as a way to push myself to reveal more about myself, to expose myself to others. With the might of the written word I will invade anxiety's homeland, murder its king, and plop my bum on its throne. You can join me in my journey by visiting this blog and perhaps gazing upon its contents long enough to read a line of text or all of it.