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My Evolution In Gaming; the Playstation 4

    Hey, everyone, across the globe. Since I have taken a year off from blogging, I felt that I should tell you about my past year in gaming. As you older hands know, I played everything from pong to Intellivision, back in the day. But I became fiercely involved in raising children, building a career and the like. I missed the whole X-Box generation. Once the initial I-Pad came out, I became a gamer again.
    When the in-app purchase plague began to raise sores on the buttocks of I-Pad owners, I sought a better experience. I decided that Steam gaming on PC might give me better gaming at a reasonable price by buying at the sales. And so it did for awhile.
    What a thrill it was for me to play Tomb Raider, Mordor and Serious Sam! But then I was to learn that many desirable games would not play on my PC. I had a real desire to play Far Cry 4 after playing Far Cry 3. Alas, it would not play on my machine. I even bought the Game Guide and read it, without playing the game. At length, I came to understand that any game sold for Playstation 4 would certainly run on that device. So I was on the verge of swapping allegiance when I made a discovery on the bowels of my computer. I found that Steam had installed a spy system on my PC called Punkbuster. It was, supposedly, for the purpose of catching cheaters.
     Naturally, the beloved E.U.L.A most likely would tell people that Steam could do this. At any rate, I erased my Steamy stuff, gave up the money and games I 'had' and went to buy the Playstation 4.
      I have had a ball so far. Sure, there have been games I don't like, but I've played some great ones too. I replayed Tomb raider and Mordor and they were better on PS4. I finally got to play that elusive nymphet known as Far Cry 4. As you know, I'm old, 64, and am not the greatest gamer in the land. I spent 3 months playing in that fabled land of Kryat. It was one of the most enjoyable adventures of my life and the pleasure was worth thousands of dollars to this pilgrim.
    I doubt that I will buy virtual reality for my system this fall. I have had a game or two that gave me dizziness and nausea. I can see where the VR might be worse on that sort of thing.
     Carley, my wife of 44 years, is a serious gamer. She loved all the puzzles in the three pack of the Uncharted games and she does this sort of thing while I ride elephants or destroy enemy camps in games. Oh, she will tame a sabertooth or stealth kill a bad guy, but she usually renders such work to the elderly Beastmaster, at the author's green retreat. I'm CE Wills.
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