capital-G Gamers fascinate me so much because i cannot fathom the mind of an individual who insists so heavily that the existence of any sort of minority within a game is inherently political, yet also is completely incapable of recognizing when the game is actively making fun of them for bigotry.
like what goes on inside their brains? is it too leaded for the neurons to fire properly? are there only a handful of brain cells floating around clacking into each other like billiards? it confounds me. it makes no damn sense. compels me though
its the result of gamers enclosing themselves in a metaphorical pillow fort of media, information, and socialization that never challenges their preconceptions, and never presents a dilemma that isn't immediately solved by either fantastical deus ex machina or by self-affirming righteous violence
the world is infuriating and terrifying and alien to a brittle mind conditioned to respond only to a virtual orgasm of lights and sounds at the press of a button. gamers aren't angry, they're lost dogs; bewildered and confused in a world where there's no yellow paint directing them towards humanity
