The number of video games I played as a youth was, of course, 0. And as a young adult--you could number them on your thumbs. It was an expensive hobby, and would clearly suck far too many quarters away from my second-hand book fund.
That particular non-predilection seems not to have been hereditary, though perhaps the gene was merely latent.
I get the appeal in playing the games, and if I spent the time to get involved, I would probably get involved.
And I suppose kibitzing is a grand old tradition, made more attractive by the greater emphasis on storyline in video games.
And who has 30 hours to devote to solving a new game? Or \$60 that doesn't have a better home?
Still.
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