When Cyberpunk 2077 came out, I was initially excited to play the game.
However, that was short-lived when I found out that a certain part of it caused people to have seizures.
I am epileptic myself, although I retain awareness and consciousness during all of my seizures, and I have no involuntary motor movement. Even though I do not appear to be photosensitive, it wasn’t — and isn’t — a risk that I was (am) willing to take, especially if I had a seizure that… laid me out, so to speak. Even though that was almost immediately patched and friends of mine have told me that that section of the game is a lot “tamer”, I still haven’t played our copy of Cyberpunk 2077. I’m waiting for a lot more information to come out about it, especially that part of the game. My seizures feel like something is shocking my brain, like my brain is an egg thrown onto hot concrete, immediately cooking. If I can avoid them, that would just be awesome.
That also reminds me that I would like to write a post all about my epilepsy since why not?
I’m still getting the occasional game to pad Bub’s collection, even if we won’t be playing it for awhile due to his age, the rating, being busy with other games, that sort of thing. So far, I’ve picked up Witcher 2 and Witcher 3 for him for a few of those reasons… there’s the rating of both of those games to contend with (and the reason for those ratings), and the fact that we’re busy with other games right now. I’ve heard a lot of positive things about how open-ended the games are, and if there’s one thing that Bub loves doing with me in video games, it’s traipsing around in games that let you wander around wherever you want almost within reason. This is why games like Skyrim appeal to him in the manners that they do… and, well, always have.
Meanwhile, I am thinking of removing my stereo from my bedroom. I’ve had it since I was a child, and it’s actually so old that it has cassette decks on it and a record player. The only functionally useful thing that it still has attached to it is access to FM radio. It’s just sat here since I was a child, largely unused over the years. It also reminds me of my mother, which is another reason that I want to be rid of it as soon as I can manage to unplug it from the slight mess of cords that are back behind my television. For a number of reasons that involve saving up space and being rid of just one more thing that reminds me of someone that I would like not to be reminded of, I would like to be rid of it at my earliest convenience, whenever that can be.