I think I might merge the lines between virtual and not, and align my real and computer game lives. I’ll go out for dinner to celebrate getting a promotion in LA Noire. Winning the championship in NBA 2K11 may result in a month’s binge on cocaine and hoes. Maybe I should try to continue my character’s life as it would be after the end of the game. I could choose to live in subway tunnels like Lucas Kane from Fahrenheit. Okay, the real life parts of real life may constrict this, but surely there’s some compromise? I may be mowing my grass on a Saturday afternoon, but in the style that Marcus Fenix from Gears of War would. Maybe I’ll sneer at a neighbour. Or maybe not. With his black-rimmed specs, my neighbour could very well be Gordon Freeman, and use his gravity gun to damage my garden furniture.
And now I’m imagining a Stella Street situation, where game characters have all retired and live in one estate, recovering from the dramas of their game lives. It’s best for my brain if I stop right here.