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than one-hundred percent on tests the day<br />
after they were taken. When she did this after<br />
the first test, mine was one of the names she’d<br />
called out. As at least twenty-five people in the<br />
room looked at me with an expression of burn-<br />
ing hatred, I shrugged. I had not tried, truly,<br />
hadn’t even studied, it wasn’t my fucking fault; I<br />
wasn’t an A-student because I had ever wanted<br />
to be one, stop looking at me that way.<br />
That day after class, Billy found me. He<br />
was a kid who breathed through his mouth and<br />
found climbing a single flight of stairs exhaust-<br />
ing. He was also a year younger than me - he’d<br />
been taking that Algebra II class anyway be-<br />
cause he was a Mathematical Child Prodigy.<br />
“You’re smart. Let’s be friends,” He said.<br />
“No,” I said.<br />
He laughed.<br />
“You’re funny, too!”<br />
* * *<br />
Billy found out that I played videogames.<br />
This was exciting to him because, hey, he played<br />
games, too. He had a PC and all three consoles<br />
of the current generation.<br />
He liked Starcraft, and told me all about<br />
the strategies he used to play it. He frequently<br />
did this at some length.<br />
“I like Starcraft because it is such a well-<br />
made game,” he’d tell me, and I’d feel a weird<br />
echo. “It’s so…so balanced. You’ve got the<br />
Terrans, and…and the Protoss, and….,” he was<br />
breathing heavily here, again, like he was too<br />
excited to finish his sentence, “and the Zerg.<br />
You know what? I like playing as the Zerg…”<br />
Every time I tried to talk to Billy about<br />
electronic games of any sort, there would be a<br />
bizarre barrier of understanding. I’d managed<br />
to get him to understand one day, for just a<br />
moment, that I did not like Starcraft. He asked<br />
me why, and I told him. The game, I said, feels<br />
cold to me. It has no personality. No feeling. It<br />
boils down to nothing more than numbers and<br />
balance. It is soulless and empty. I play it and I<br />
feel tired and drained.<br />
Billy would listen to this, and then tell me<br />
that the game feels less empty if you play as<br />
Zerg, because then you can have more units.<br />
I’d give up.<br />
For at least a little while, Starcraft turns<br />
everyone who plays it into Billy. The effect may<br />
or may not wear off, given time, but it is har-<br />
rowing and freakish.<br />
The first time I played the game, I was<br />
thrown into a state of abject confusion. A friend<br />
of mine, functionally identical to Daniel and Billy<br />
but not either, as this was a while after the for-<br />
mer and before the latter - - was yelling at me.<br />
“No, no, do it faster! Faster! Faster, you…<br />
you’re going to get killed! Don’t you fucking<br />
know what this game is like? Wait, wait, hit<br />
F10.”<br />
he said.<br />
I did. The game paused.<br />
“Let me teach you about the hotkeys now,”<br />
* * *<br />
If the mere existence of Starcraft is char-<br />
acterized by a certain amount of arbitration,<br />
so is every individual aspect of its design. The<br />
interface gets in your way ninety-nine percent of<br />
the time. It is supposed to do that.<br />
A Calculated Assault on Starcraft and All it Stands For: <strong>Why</strong> I am Not a <strong>Game</strong>r 39