I could feel my grip tighten on the PS4 controller as I mashed buttons into the controller even harder. “Surely I’ll do more damage if I press the button harder”, I thought. But my attempts didn’t work. The grim knight before me jabbed his sword through my shield and into my chest. I watched in frustration, and defeat, as my souls dwindled to 0 and “You Died” faded onto the screen. Sitting back into my couch with a disappointed sigh, I slam the controller into the couch and curse the game.
What happens when you throw off all responsibility?
In a grim world, where does one find hope?
Can Video Games Be a Disorder?