3. Car Racing Games Make You Sad
When you were twelve, digital motorsports involved directing the blocky hindquarters of a car sprite along the conveyor belt of grey and dark grey road snaking towards you at epilepsy miles per hour. Back then, you were convinced youd own a Lamborghini Countach (by twenty-five, conservatively), and most likely a canary yellow 964 Turbo as your daily drive. By now, youve conceded that youre never going to own even the most marginally-defined performance vehicle
(EVO X
cough), let alone an exotic. As a result, a certain melancholy greets every aspect of the contemporary motorsport game. The purchasing of the car with money you dont have. The slam of the door youll never hear. The grid girls youll never meet. The perilous descent down a damp
Tiergarten at the
Nordschleife youll never slide off into the Armco barriers, leading to a 15 000 recovery fee you'll never have to pay. To add insult to injury, every digital generation achieves a greater fidelity, thereby rubbing your nose, with ever more painful abrasion, into the asphalt of despair. And as the grey icing on a cake of despair, the throttle pedal on your gaming rig is squeaky.