Season's Gaming

Season's Gaming

"In exchange for returning him to his rightful owners, I would receive a piece of holly that would turn my horse into a reindeer for a short while. I could hardly think of something more Christmas-y, and decided an evening spent liberating a four-legged fuzzy thing from the forces of evil, with guildmates, was just the thing to cheer me up. Enthused, I queried my guild chat channel to see if anyone else was interested in participating.
Silence. My guild channel was silent."

Michael Zenke spends his holiday visiting friends in online worlds where the old saying "you can never go home again" is perhaps even more true than in real life.

Season's Gaming

"Of course I want one of these bloody Wii things! Yet, freezing like a skittish, hungry bear that's stumbled across a fast food restaurant's bin, I panicked. I handed the phone to my wife and told them to work it out among themselves under the premise that I wanted a surprise. A few days later, I received some scarves (plural), gloves and pajamas."

Darren Sandbach wants a Wii, and he'll trade his two front teeth to get one.

Season's Gaming

"People are full of sagely advice on how to recapture the essence and excitement once felt around this time of year, but it generally involves some kind of charitable volunteer work, baking cookies, shoveling the snow off some lazy pensioner's driveway or going to church for a fresh head full of Christian guilt. That might be alright for people who care, but what about the rest of us?"

Spanner helps us recapture the spirit with "A Clich

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"The secret to my grandmother's talent, of course, is that she is always playing mahjong, even when she isn't. I see the doodles of Chinese characters adorning shopping lists. I've noticed the books on mahjong strategy that used to, but no longer, appear in her library book basket. I've even heard her mumble 'East' in her sleep. I can recognize obsession when I see it. But more than that, mahjong carries into other aspects of her life. I even know why her stories make no sense. She Charlestons with words, thinking several discards ahead before she speaks, which confuses anyone who converses with logic or a consistent timeline. But not me. I know her secret. She doesn't ramble; she speaks in Maajh."

Lara Crigger shares a tale of three generations of gamers and one game in "Maajh, Ladies."

Season's Gaming

"It's my twelfth consecutive day of work. In the preceding week, I've personally transacted roughly $50,000 worth of videogames, put in 65 hours of work and come to think of time in terms of the piped-in music that jams holiday cheer down the ear-hole of anyone within range. I know that Barbara Streisand's staccato Jingle Bells means it's time to open, Garth Brooks's God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen means it's time to close and the cacophonous electro-pop-synth nonsense by Manheim Steamroller means it's time to jam a DS stylus through my eardrums."

Sean Sands spends "Christmas Behind the Cash Register."