- Games, Toys, and Hobbies
"Real" Video Games My Wife Plays
My wife is not what I would call a "gamer". Sure she has her Candy Crush, and Farmville, but for most "gamers" these rank well below even the most basic flash games found in the recesses of the internet. Once in a while she will find a game that she enjoys and when this happens a transformation occurs. My wife goes from a casual block matching, couldn't-care-less-if-I-win-or-lose gamer into a rabid, controller smashing, screaming-at-the-TV-at-the-top-of-my-lungs beast, and I love it. Below is a list of games that she has latched onto in the five years that we have been together, as well as my thoughts on why these games may have appealed to her. One should take note that I am 1) a guy 2) a hardcore gamer and 3) not her so my reasons may be, and more than likely are completely wrong.
Gran Turismo 5 or "Get the *@&% out of my way!!"
My father-in-law loves racing of any sort, this may explain my wife's desire to beat the ever-living-crap out of me in GT5. I was not aware of this snarling competitive beast laying dormant inside my sweet loving bride-to-be until the first time I popped GT5 into the PS3. It started innocent enough, I have always been a fan of the series and buying the fifth one when it released just seem like natural progression to me. Since I am always looking for things to do with her I handed her the second controller and asked if she wanted to play. There was a moment of confusion before she realized that the game we where going to play was a racing game. As soon as that first car appeared on the screen her eyes began to twitch. A look that I can only describe as a mix between hunger and a Cheshire Cat like smile began to grow across her face. As we picked our cars I continued to keep an eye on my wife, I was getting worried because I could see the beast starting to take over. When the countdown hit zero in the game my wife took off like someone with a firecracker down the backside of their pants. Before managing to get a good 3-4 second lead on me she did however take time out to plant my BMW firmly into the wall. After a couple of hours of her winning every race I turned off the PS3, walked sheepishly into the kitchen, retrieved the car keys and handed them to her. She drives everywhere we go now and GT5 sits in the back of the gaming bookcase, only to be taken out when she is at work.
Heavy Rain or "Honey I killed the fat guy again."
I understand why my wife loves Heavy Rain, she loves thrillers, be they books or movies. Knowing this I in fact bought Heavy Rain with her in mind. The simplist controls, and lack of twitch-gaming skill allowed her to jump into this one rather quickly and she ate up every minute of the fantastic, well written storyline. My problem is she beat if before me. This did not lead to the " Honey you are doing it wrong, go that way" back-seat gaming that you may think. For the most part she left me alone to make my own choices in the game and watched silently by the sideline. That is until I reached the infamous shower scene. My loving lady, having kept silent about every plot twist in the game until this point scooted closer to me on the couch. " Now you have to do this part the way I tell you to" she insisted. Figuring she was going to drop some awesome-secret-girl-gaming knowledge on my inferior brain I hung on every word. I did everything she said verbatim as she watched me like a prison guard overseeing Houdini. It was not until after the fact that I realized what had happened. There was no grand mystery I would have missed she was not dropping awesome-secret-girl-gaming knowledge on me. Her sole purpose in directing me step by step was to ensure that I had no hope of seeing any of the "nudity" advertised next to that big M on the back of the box. To this day the only first hand knowledge of I have of there being any nudity in Heavy Rain is the fact that it tells me so on the case.
Fairy Tale Fights or "Baby I promise I will not kill you this time."
Fairy Tale Fights is a dumb game, and that is why I bought it. The concept of playing fairy tale characters that can skate around on the blood of the fallen is so absurd that I had to try it. I figured it to be a co-op platformer with some ridiculous ideas that we could get a couple of hours of fun out of before shelving it. Well she fell in love with it. Not because of the rich content, the solid controls, spot on platforming, or deep story ( Fairy Tale Fights has none of these) but for the simple fact that she could kill me. Over and over and over and over again. This is a co-op game where you can stab, shoot, maim and kill your fellow players until your heart is content. That is exactly what she did. The danger of every trap, enemy, or fall was doubled in the game because she would push, pull, stab, or throw me into every single one of these objects. I don't think we ever made it past the first level. It was more fun to watch me die while laughing like a hyena on hallucinogens than to actually attempt to play the game. Fair Tale Fights now sits along GT5 on the shelf of games-not-to-play-with-her.
God of War or " Dear explain to me again why I am climbing this giant rock guy?"
This I don't understand and more than likely I never will. My wife is not big on action games, she prefers games that either a) make you think or b) involve destroying me in some way. The God of War series however is the exception to these rules. I purchased the HD remake of the first two games and she started the first one after watching me beat it a few weeks prior. I don't know what sparked this desire to play but whatever it was it took over fast. In what I feel was record time she had beat the first and second game and was well into the third. For weeks I was blasted by questions about the series. Some of these questions I could answer with ease others threw me for a loop. " No honey I don't know why the orbs are red, you are right they could have made them orange." I don't know that she ever really got the upgrading concept with the orbs ( like I said she is not a gamer) but it did not matter. One boss after another fell to her might as she crushed every game in the series. Shortly after she completed God of War 3 I made a comment about her really liking the series to which she replied " It was alright", shrugged her shoulders and walked away. I didn't get it and still don't, she blasted through the games in record time, finishing one and moving onto the next like an addict finding their next fix but in the end they where "alright." She has not played a single game in the series since completing her God of War bender, but during that time you would have thought those games mattered more than air to her.
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The five games above are the big ones that my wife has played in the five years I have been blessed to have her in my life. There have been other "real" games she has played or still does, but most of them are racing games and I refuse to do that to myself again. At the end of the day though you are still more liking to find her playing Candy Crush than Call of Duty.I am okay with that for now, I will make a true gamer of her someday, as soon as I can figure out how to stop losing to her.....