Most kids are pretty predictable, they will beg for candy or a new gaming console. This was not the case for me. My parents still have firm memories of me begging for BFP every week, and this was more than a decade ago. Having given in, my parents spent at least $500 funding my Battleforge addiction.
Like many of us on the forum, my love for Battleforge comes from my childhood. I was in elementary school when I first saw a case for Battleforge at a local Best Buy and begged my parents to pick it up. I had no idea what I was getting into.
This story will not be about the fun memories, however, but the lesson Battleforge taught me inadvertently.
Battleforge was one of the rare games that I actually wanted to get involved in the community. For the most part I prefer solo, single-player style game-play, even in multiplayer games. Even for someone like me who prefers to stay isolated, I made plenty of friends on BF. I had a particular friend who played as constantly as I did, and around the same time too. Not being old enough for a job, I had plenty of chances to sink 8-14 hours a day into the game. This friend and I would team up together for any challenge; community maps, expert maps, PVP, whatever we wanted to do.
Now, we have all been in the situation where are parents don't understand that you can't pause an online game. Since BF maps lasted 15-60 minutes each, this was a constant struggle. I have always been overly caring about people, and I felt really guilty going afk in the middle of matches. What this led to was every night, at dinner time, I might have to leave in the middle of the map to eat. My parents would remind me 2-3 times that dinner was ready, and then I would rush up to go get a plate. The problem was that I focused more on getting back to the game than actually eating and spending time with my family. I would get as little food as possible, not waste time on seasoning or any extra item, and chow down. Of course my parents were aggravated by this, but this was not the last straw.
This is one of the only clear memories I have from when I was much younger. I was playing a community map with my friend, when my parents called me to dinner. I let him know I was going afk, but I still felt really guilty about it. During dinner, I got up to take a bathroom break. The bathroom happened to be right next to my desk in my bedroom at my old house. Well, I thought I would be sneaky and throw in a few minutes of Battleforge after my bathroom break. Apparently, I must have been too loud with my keyboard.
My heart starts racing as I hear my dad set his plate down and come stomping down the hallway. I quickly finish what I'm doing and try to walk off but it's too late. He shoves me back in my room so that he can take a look at what I'm doing. Through my dad's screaming at me I try to explain that I was just going to head back to dinner, but he was fed up. I still remember this punishment seeming like a worse than death sentence to me at the time; he would have a password on my computer from now on, and limit how much I play.
Let it be known that I now thank my parents for pushing me to stop obsessively playing PC games, even though I was so angry at the time.
It only took a few days for me to snap out of the sadness I had that week. How much does it take for one to realize how pitiful it is to be depressed by only being able to play video games a few hours a day? This has been one of the most important lessons in my life: everything in moderation. Get more than one hobby, make more than one friend. Don't party every night that you go out and don't stay inside every night either. Everything in moderation; no matter what we do in life, or who we are, it is advice we could all learn from.