Smashing other people with things is generally unkind, and often considered rude. And so, for the most part, we humans avoid smashing each other despite our relative insanity. However, there remains one major exception to these rules.
In video games it is considered quite all right to smash other people, crash your car into theirs, shoot them, burn their houses down, lock them in rooms for long periods of time (looking at you, Sims), etc. Why? Because you can shoot the police when they try to arrest you! And if the police kill you, no biggie. You can always reload from your last save. YOLO no longer applies when you can live as many times as you want.
And we do want to, many times. According to Wikipedia, the video game industry raked in an estimated $81.5 billion last year, which is a heck of a lot of moolah. Granted, not all of that is revenue from Grand Theft Auto and the like. But you gotta figure a lot of it is. And when you give gamers the option to do extremely violent and illegal things in video games or give them little choice to do otherwise, rest assured they will. I can’t imagine extreme gore has any positive psychological effects, especially when you’re the one perpetrating it.
However, I digress. The act of smashing things itself can be, admittedly, rather cathartic. Think of a punching bag. Take away the gore and the act of killing people, move the entire affair to a stadium with a cheering crowd and a cast of characters from across the gaming universe, and what do you get?
You get a game that is insanely fun (esp. with four players), and quite nicely demonstrates the way in which smashing can be harnessed to less M-rated effect.
The reason I bring up smashing in the first place is, well, as an analogy. See, the bloggers I’ve met who often write about God and His existence or non-existence (which I will here forward refer to as The Final Problem) always tend to fall into two camps: Christians and atheists. It is no secret that we have differences, and while they are sometimes handled admirably, sometimes some smashing gets done in the comment threads.
- Anyone reading this whose focus in blogging tends toward The Final Problem or who simply feels strongly on the subject is invited. (Either to Ark‘s house, because he has cool wildlife and plants and stuff, or to Wally‘s house, because if we all descend upon the very small town in which he lives, it might freak people out, which would be fun.)
- Surely amongst all of you we can salvage a Wii, four controllers, and a copy of SSBB. These must be brought, along with stuff to make dinner. (As we always say at my church, “There is a sign-up sheet in the Commons.”)
- On a yet-to-be-determined date, we will all get together, have a massive Super Smash Bros. tournament, and then with the smashing out of our systems, discuss The Final Problem politely over dinner. GENIUS.
C’mon guys, don’t you think that would be SO MUCH FUN?
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enter THE VOICE OF REASON
“Yes, I realize how unfeasible this is, despite how much fun it would be. But if any of you all would seriously like to do this over the internet, I will find someone who has a Wii and join you. Bring it.”
P.S. I call dibs on Link.