I just wanted to re-post this.
By Bill Hiles on Thursday, September 13, 2001 03:31 am:
I am a game writer.
In a world that seems to be rapidly spinning out of control, I hold up my hand to steady it. My small hand. My inconsequential hand. For me, it is enough that I try. I write about games for a living. I write, in essence, about fun. About play. These may be of little importance against the stark and horrific background of a world ravaged by hatred and fear, but to me they are important. In a world where play and fun can still be embraced is world that still nurtures the hope and dreams of children. Children of any age. I write about entertaining possibilities and challenges that spring not from hate or anger, but from creativity and imagination. In my writings I offer a few words of reflection and opinion and, perhaps, a smile or two to take the reader away from the stresses and sorrows of the world--if only for a few moments. I am not the cure for what ails the world but I am proud in the fact that I do not contribute to those ailments. I am proud that I live in a society that can still play games and can still find fun in ways that do not depend on the sufferings of others. I may not cure cancer. I may not save anyone’s life. I may not do anything worth remembering in my lifetime. Despite the relative unimportance of what I do, I am ennobled by the intention. They’re only games, one could say, but in the spirit of play resides the hope of a better world. From the spirit of that play comes enough hands to steady the world.
By Jeff Atwood (Wumpus) on Sunday, October 7, 2001 - 12:39 am:
Now you've done it. I'm crying. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!