I’m always happy when new information causes me to rethink a previous claim I’ve made. The equally attractive possibilities of correcting a poorly-reasoned idea, or else simple self-reflection, are always reasons to smile.
On the other hand, being proven right is fun, too.
Lately, I’ve been using the phrase ‘trying to like” when describing DayZ. From the beginning, I loved the idea of the game. Unfortunately, from seconds after that beginning, I’ve hated the majority of the people I’ve interacted with playing it. And yes, I’m aware that most of the “bandits” preying on new players equate to childish bullies, not experienced enough to develop a mature and nuanced appreciation for their world, but possessing just enough power to ruin someone else’s day. I may know they’re little punks, but that doesn’t make my experience any better.
Last night, I played for a couple of hours and had a wonderful time. I really liked the game. And why?
Because the few people I ran into didn’t try to kill me before talking to me. Danke schon to all those lovely players on the German server I stumbled upon. You were a lot of fun, and allowed me to have a great time.