Virtual Feats, But A Real Sense Of Accomplishment

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The last time I talked to my mom on the phone she told me I should be starting to think about retirement. She told me I should be thinking about my future. I was thinking about where I was gonna get the $150 I needed for my insurance premium and still eat. After I hung up with my mom, I played Dwarf Fortress until 6 am.

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I mean, she’s right, as she so frustratingly insists on being. I’ve entered the latter half of my 20s, and I should really start thinking about where I’m going with all this. But it’s hard not to laugh when I’m also trying to figure out how to get an Illinois LINK card for food stamps.. As with most of my friends—mostly young, passionate artist types or people who have gone back to school—I’m struggling financially, even with the help that I get from my parents. I don’t really make plans for myself for more than a week in the future. Who knows where I’m gonna be by then? These days, we’re all sinking slowly into a dystopic intermediate.

We laud or deride games on their reliance on escapism. Sometimes we need an escape. Games like Dwarf Fortress give me something I cannot have in life. Maybe this is true for you as well. The point of Dwarf Fortress is to build a fortress and then to survive. You have to survive enemy attacks, which, thankfully, don’t start happening until you reach a quota of 80 dwarves living in your settlement. You also must withstand food shortages, navigate trading with other civilizations, provide people jobs and ensure there are places to eat and drink. You have to build a life for each one of the dwarves you’re taking care of. It’s charming in its obtuseness. It lets you fail spectacularly. The point, really, is to build something that lasts. In Dwarf Fortress, “something that lasts,” is often a trial by very literal fire. Even if it doesn’t last very long, you have a real legacy to point at. “Look,” you can say, “I did something.”

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I’m a Millennial with Boomer parents and while they’re both old hippies, it’s still hard to explain the reality how I have to live. Jobs—real jobs that turn into careers, not retail or service industry jobs, I mean—are scarce. The field in which I’ve hunkered down, writing professionally, is venturing into a wild west of discovery and terror as we all try to figure out how journalism survives in the age of the internet. I exist in a series of liminal states, bouncing from one in between to another. And it’s not different for anyone else I know. We are all such busy people, but what are the “somethings” we can say we’ve done?

The past year was really big for me. I’m working on a game I’m excited about. I get offered an editorial job about once every two weeks. There’s a book, a physical book, with my writing in it. I’m still having a hard time with the future. I’m having a hard time with the idea of legacy. Sometimes I think about all the obstacles, particularly the financial ones, between me and being able to have children. I get into a dark mood that lasts for hours. I don’t know if I’m going to have something that lasts in my life.

People my age keep moving. My group of friends is a kind of wavering circle, as people pack up from Chicago to New York and Los Angeles, hoping for better opportunities. I’ve moved each of the past three years. Again, not very different from my friends. We avoid accumulating things. We don’t want to deal with them when we change apartments. My dad bought me an incredible blender—it has a bullet attachment and a food processor—and when I first saw it, what I thought was, “Should I keep all the cardboard for when I move?” The box is still in my kitchen. When I moved from my last apartment to the one I live in now, I left my couch in the alleyway. It was too heavy, and besides, like everything else I own it was a piece of junk.

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If you end up moving in The Sims, it’s because you want to, not because the rent got too high, or your landlord won’t renew your lease, or because you can’t find a job. You are not tasked with updating your addresses on your Amazon.com account once a year. You have a space, a space that is consistent. You have what is commonly referred to as a home. I usually use the cheat “motherlode” to get enough money to build a giant house that will last for generations, and then keep building and building on it, until I have the most expensive and lush furniture in every room. Even when I play the way The Sims wants me to, I know that all my sims will have steady jobs and most likely earn enough money to remodel their kitchens or have children or buy a car. In The Sims, you aren’t going to be running from odd job to odd job. You don’t go back to school because it’s less depressing than being unemployed. In The Sims it isn’t prohibitively expensive to raise kids. If you’re a writer in The Sims, you won’t be forced to choose between your passion and your family.

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Games are often about fantasy, and nothing seems more fantastical than a stable life. We often talk about wish fulfilment in this space, but usually in a grander way. We talk about wish fulfilment as being the savior of humanity, or being able to shoot a lot of bad guys. There’s a YouTube video I show people sometimes when I try to explain why I find those conversations a little boring or tedious. A young man made it. He’s being very earnest when he says that he prefers games to reality, that in games he can be anything. The original video has been deleted, and the only one that exists on YouTube now was re-uploaded to mock him. Yes, it is a little funny when this young man says that he prefers Mass Effect to the idea of going to college so he can end up in a dead end job. The problem is that he is a little bit right.

In games, you can be anything, and increasingly they are spaces where you can make anything. Even if you have supposedly done nothing in your life, you can point to your home base in Minecraft and say, “I made that.” You can point to your tricked-out, modded Sims game where everyone looks like they’re Instagram-famous and say, “I made that, and here’s their story.” I promised my friend I’d tell her the story of my Dwarf Fortress game when everyone inevitably died. Here’s what happened: I accidentally mined into an aquifer and everyone drowned, but before that I had a thriving economy making porcelain crafts encrusted with opals and quartz. Udidkeshak became a barony of the larger kingdom, and Shorast Abelgugash was made baron. We had been trying to build a well when, suddenly, my dormitories flooded. We lasted a few more years until everything else flooded, too.

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The fortress is still there. Even if everyone’s dead, the fortress will last.

It’s easy to get lulled into a sense of satisfaction in games. In many ways, making you feel good and accomplished is their goal. But it isn’t real. Even if my fantasy is banal, it is a fantasy like any other. I’m of two minds about it. It feels like I am wasting my time. Maybe my parents are right, as they frustratingly insist on being. Maybe I am just coasting through my twenties, avoiding getting serious. Then again, maybe I need to indulge the fantasy of stability every once in awhile. Like so many of my peers, I need something to stop myself from drowning in the uncertainty of my reality.

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Gita Jackson is a nice girl who likes dating sims, cats, black lipstick, and weird old man cocktails. She’s the assistant editor for the Comedy section at Paste Magazine, and has written for Paste, Polygon and Giant Bomb about videogames, pop culture and fashion. She thinks Oscar Isaac is pretty cute. Follow her on Twitter at @xoxogossipgita

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I turned 30 last year. I don’t have a career, just a menial labor job and I don’t make enough money to go back to school. I realized many years ago that I would never be able to retire, that I’d never be able to afford to buy a home, so I’ll be renting and working until the day I die.

I’ve loved playing video games since I was 4 when my family got their first Nintendo. It’s the only hobby of mine that has lasted me through all my years. The others have come and gone as my tastes have changed, but the ever evolving nature of video games has kept me engaged.

Recently that love has been turning sour. First, by a girlfriend who abhorred video games and anyone who plays them, then by my parents who told me they regretted ever buying that first Nintendo. Everyone around me seems to see it as a waste of time, even my friends, most who have grown up, gotten careers and started families, or at the least live a carefree bachelor life of travelling and whoring but pointedly free of video games.

Now I just feel guilt whenever I hear the startup “Beep” of my Playstation. I constantly have one eye on the clock while I play, careful not to play too much. Not because I have anything important to do or somewhere to go at that moment, but because I don’t want to “waste too much time”. It always feels like I should be doing something productive instead of throwing away those hours. RPGs used to be my favorite genre. Now they cause me the most headaches as I try to button mash past cut scenes and long dialogue boxes in a vain attempt to clock in under 20 or 30 or 80 hours. Bravely Default cost me 77 hours, and that was with Battle Speed at Max, and random encounters turned off for the latter half of the game.

For the last few years, Best Buy has offered big 20% or 30% discounts on pre-ordered games during E3 and I’ve capitalized on it by pre-ordering all the games that interest me. This last year was a bit of a wake up call, when I looked all my pre-order games that added up to nearly $2000. So now not only does it feel like a waste of time, it’s compounded into a waste of money as well.

As much as the little voice in my head is telling me to cut my losses and run, I can’t help but think “What else would I do?” The other hobbies that I have (or had) all cost significantly more, even if they could be more physically rewarding, but more to the point, the crappy hand life has dealt leaves me feeling cynical and impatient with anything that doesn’t give instant gratification.

These days, the thought that gives me real comfort is that I still have control over when, where, and how I die. Some days, it’s that only thing that puts a smile on my face.