Fuck Yeah, Video Games: The Life and Extra Lives of a Professional Nerd

A personal, absurd celebration of the sheer joy of video games.As I rapidly career towards 30 like the Hovis advert kid after someone had cut his brakes, I’ve decided to look back on what really made me happy in life. The friends, the romances, the experiences. All of these pale in comparison to video games.When I was growing up all we had for entertainment was a dirty rock, a finished book of crosswords and an 11 second long VHS called The Best of Eastenders. The only social network was the back of a public bathroom door and pornography had to be sourced from the foliage just outside of school. These were dark times.However, somethingsomething years ago we invented video games! Now instead of passing the time by spinning around in circles until you died, we could plug a box into the TV and shoot monsters in the face! The boxes got bigger, the monsters got shinier and now we’ve all got boxes in our house with more teraflops than people who actually know what a teraflop is!Sadly, this wasn’t to last. As video games received more popularity, they attracted the worst kind of people imaginable. Businessmen. These bastards invented things like free-to-pay, loot boxes and microtransactions, tainting the once noble hobby of shooting fake monsters in the face. Video games looked to be doomed.If only somebody, and I’m just taking a wild stab here, would write a book celebrating the brilliance of video games in a warm and whimsical manner. If only that book was filled with jokes, largely on topic anecdotes and more swear words than that YouTube video with the bootleg fireworks. Maybe that could save us all.