I always find it amusing how everyone focusses on the negative side of everything, especially when it comes to video games. What about all the positive life lessons we take away from our video gaming? Sonic teaching us about being kind to animals (I didn't get the whole story but what I took away from those games is that trapping cute critters in robots to take over the world is....bad?), believing in yourself (see any and all Kingdom Hearts games), how to manage our time and plan things out (Harvest Moon), etc. Hell, I learned more things from what I saw as positive role models in my gaming growing up than I did from my frankly deadbeat parents.
Thing is, even with my rough childhood and taking my life lessons from gaming and other fiction (books, movies, etc), even though I had games like GTA and Manhunt and Doom and so on, I didn't turn into a psychopathic killer or anything. Why? Because the human brain is programmed to consider the sight of blood to be a bad thing. Sure, we all love it in Mortal Kombat and such, but I guarantee that if anyone here actually saw someone getting their spine ripped out on the street, they'd shit their pants, not sit there thinking 'Fuck me, this is awesome.' We're all capable of determining fiction from reality. The select few that don't that give credence to these cretinous debates about whether video games are pure evil are pretty much born without that ability, or have suffered some tragedy to disable that part of their brain. Either way, that sort of damage is far beyond anything any video game, movie or anything less than a serious childhood trauma. Hellfire, when I was a kid, the following things happened that SHOULD have scarred me for life:
- Inflicted with synaesthesia by my own mother when she smacked me in the face with a dinner plate, permanently damaging my right eye. Long story short, my senses interlink when my blood pressure is too high and the whole world goes all manner of acid trippy wierdness and I basically can't see. Did that turn me psycho? Nope. I studied it, I learned all the subtle nuances of the affliction, and found a way to turn it as close to a superpower as I could. Why? Because I learned from video games and childhood cartoons than superpowers are pretty fuckin' sweet and help you fix things when life is shit.
- Stabbed in the chest rescuing my friend from a gang...umm...can't actually type the word, it gets censored, but you can use your imagination. I technically died saving her. Why was I brave/stupid enough to dive in to a fight against six people, them armed, me weak and extremely tired? Because I learned from my games that you don't just sit there and let bad shit happen. You get up and do what needs be done. Thankfully I must have grabbed a 1-Up mushroom at some point on my travels since I somehow pulled through.
- Endless family problems far too lengthy to explain here, suffice as to say my parents sucked ass and I moved around a hell of a lot as a kid and had no stability whatsoever. Fuck, without the escapism provided by video games I may well have gone batty.
I'm living proof that it takes far more than flashy images on a tv screen to make people go insane. Anyone that goes crazy went crazy FOR A REASON. Take a good, long look at their environment, their upbringing, their family, their social life, look at the deep-seated psychological issues that led them down that dark path. Blaming everything on what's popular should be the exclusive territory of the kind of no-life morons you see on YouTube blaming Justin Bieber for all modern music, saying it's all terrible. Ill-informed, prejudiced, stuck-up whiny duche-canoes all.