Anger. Anger is turning on your PS3 to play FIFA 15 only to discover that your console can’t launch the game properly due to a mysterious black screen.
Fury. Fury is spending over one hour trying to troubleshoot the problem. When you finally fix it after pulling out your screwdrivers, you discover that FIFA 15’s Ultimate Team servers are down.
Frustration. Frustration is knowing that you just wasted the majority of your rest time after work trying to fix a problem that turned out to be pointless at the end.
Videogames are so obsessed with emulating Hollywood, of constantly pushing for better graphics and cinematic experiences, that we take the simple things for granted.
I just want to sit down and play a bloody game.
Gone are the days of plugging in a cartridge to your Game Boy and just booting it up. A quick and easy process that takes literally seconds to complete.
Now, we have to endure minute-long loading screens. And gamers are also expected to know how to troubleshoot hardware problems.
In retrospect, perhaps, we can finally understand what Satoru Iwata meant when he said: “Videogames are meant to be just one thing. Fun. Fun for everyone!”
Where is the fun now?