As the title of this piece suggests, I happen to be a great big weirdo about finishing games. Or, not finishing them, as it were.
You would think if you liked a game that more of said game could only be a good, and enticing, thing. You would think that the pull to keep playing a game you are enjoying would be enough to get your seat back down in front of the tube to make some progress.
With me? Not so.
Let’s take the example of The Last Guardian.
From what I’ve already played (I believe I’m about 30% of the way through), I’m in like with the game, but I’m in love with the Trico. Every time he is on the screen, I want to be watching him.
The controls are far from perfect and the camera is even further.
Those things can’t keep me from playing the game, though. That is reserved for my weirdness.
Allow me a moment to explain my current position with The Last Guardian: I am terrified of it being spoiled for me. I also want to see it to completion rather badly. Add those two things together, and the fact that I have the game in my possession, and I think, “What’s stopping me?”
Me. I’m stopping me.
I haven’t been able to psych myself up to keep playing it because I am already worried the game is going to wreck me. Like, wreck me and leave me in heaving sobs.
The other side of this happens to be an even weirder take on playing the game: If I play it, I will have played it and then will finish it and will have finished it and then there will be no more to play.
(So many italics!)
I am fully aware that that particular take is ridiculous. If I finished the game and wanted to keep playing it, I could just restart it immediately. Somehow, I let my thoughts get all tangled up and then I keep myself from playing anything.
Come hell or high water, I will plunk down to make my way through more of it today. I doubt I would ever find myself regretting that decision.
I am also doing this with another game I’m playing: Titanfall 2.
I started it and immediately enjoyed it, but there it sits, barely played and often thought of.
Oh brain. You are so silly.
This same sort of nonsense extends to beginning games I’m interested in. Let’s take Stardew Valley, a game I’ve heard nothing but good things about. I can want to play something with a mad passion, and yet stare at the menu of my PS4, both excited and petrified to start something.
Once an experience has started, it has a finite span. Sure, there are exceptions to this (and perhaps one of the reasons why I love Destiny so much), but once it has begun, the timer is ticking to its finale. That’s a strange and paralyzing thought.
I know I’m being silly. I know I should just jump in and have as many experiences as possible. And yet.
My partner is so inspiring when it comes to playing games. He is crazy busy. He has three jobs. He takes classes for fun. And yet somehow, he finds time to play, and finish, so many games.
I hope to take a cue from him and get cracking.
Does anything like this ever happen to you? Or do you pick up and play games like nobody’s business?