I hate role playing video games. You know, the ones where the players get sucked into some virtual reality where they have a little character who has some sort of "gift" (like healing or magic or the ability to turn living things into rocks…and what-have-you). And these little characters (and their owners) spend hours on end "upping" their skills and their level by sitting around virtually practicing their particular craft (such as making bows and arrows, leatherworking, or perhaps needlepoint). Then they run around the virtual countryside and pick fights with one another.
It's a completely ridiculous notion of how to spend one's free time – in my opinion.
I could go on and on and on about how and why I loathe such forms of entertainment, but that would leave you bored and me breathless, so I'll move on to the funny part….
Richard has been playing what I consider a cousin to the role playing games described above. He and his buddy get "online" at nighttime, don their headphones and little microphones and join each other out on some military expedition two or three nights a week. I don't think you level, rather you get a score for how many people you take out…evidently. There's quite a lot of shooting and bombing noises and the whole thing can be rather graphic and alarming.
It's not as heinous as some other games I've observed, but nevertheless….time wasted – in my opinion.
The game is called Call of Duty.
Richard informed me that earlier this week little Richie has been talking about the game.
Richie calls it "Cock-A-Doodie."
Seriously, I can't take credit for that, but oh I wish I could!
It's a brilliant insight for a little 3-year-old don't you think?
