While tabletop gaming initially satiated the vacuum left by video games, momentum started to build in the late naughties in another part of the industry with Steam and Xbox Live Arcade being at the forefront. Video game critic and board game site Shut Up And Sit Down’s Matt Lees credits the spike in tabletop gaming as having a strong correlation with the video game industries’ diversion from local co-op and multiplayer games. In spite of this, though, players’ desire to have friends over and experience a game together never went away. Online multiplayer games are brilliant in their own right but the unfortunate side-effect meant video game publishers largely abandoned the local multiplayer aspect of games. The 360 might as well have been dubbed the CoD machine and there’s nothing wrong with that. The focus was less on local, co-operative play as major companies hopped on the internet train and embraced online multiplayer.
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However, during the mid naughties, the industry started drifting away from the genre as the PS3 and Xbox 360 started their cycle. Having someone in the same room with you, enjoying the same game, relishing in being able to call someone a prick to their face – it’s hard to emulate any other way. Well, underneath the bruises and the rows, playing a game with someone right next to you is unparalleled to any other gaming experience. Speaking as the baby brother in this situation (as if you couldn’t already tell) I often wondered why I continued to engage, if not actively suggest, playing games with my brother. The response to that, then, is don’t play with them. For the younger child there is no obvious reward. It’s a peculiar balancing act: win and you get a dead arm, lose and you have to face their insufferable ego. Without a glance your way he snarls: “Another round.” “Yeah?” you tentatively reply.įor those with older siblings who possess a short temper, playing a video game with/against the angry relative was, and will always be, a unique situation.
Another swift jab to the already numb limb reinforces this. Your brother can sense the smugness – it’s soaked him, wounded his vain dignity. The euphoria of your victory’s too much to contain, though a triumphant smirk sends creases snaking up your cheek, unchecked and out of control. Glee, pain and wariness swirl together in the bottom of your stomach. A dull throb in your arm confirms the win and the emotional flush valve’s been pulled.
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