It looks like DAW is coming to a close this year. I want to thank all the bloggers that showed their support this year and past years. I know I appreciate it. Not because it is a “thing” I’m doing, but because it is good to recognize people for JUST doing their job. It’s ok to praise somebody for trying to survive and provide for their family. Developers spend years in school and long hours working to create things that make other people happy. They are artists no matter what part of a game they work on.
I know once and a while I would love for somebody to tell me I’m doing a great job just for doing my job. It’s nice to know someone appreciates me and my hard work. Developers are no different. Spending 1 week to say a few minor thanks does not compare to how great I think these people are. I wish more people felt the same, but I can’t force other people to appreciate anything. Just stand back in the shadows and enjoy playing the game passively. I guess money plunked down on a game is appreciation enough.
With the close of DAW comes the end of DAW forever. I’m done doing it. Not because I don’t appreciate what they do or the air of, “give a crap less”, that reverberates from the gaming community, but because I won’t be around blogging next year. I’ll explain some other time.
It was a great DAW this year and I’m very happy several other bloggers joined me. They are all very awesome people with huge hearts. Every year I connect with the other bloggers that help me. We form a bond that breaks the individual blog barriers. We become a community for a little while. We join like a guild in an MMO and stop PUGging the Internet. It feels great to be part of something.
Today, I would like to thank the bloggers for joining me to fight the negative monster in this hard mode dungeon called, The Gaming Community. I know this should be about the developers, but it is really about us coming together. Just as few developers care about this as there are links of gaming bloggers below. That is how society is these days. We all stand on the edge of the road knowing the old lady crossing will get creamed by a bus, but we just stand there acting like we don’t see anything until her blood splatters on our boots. We then rant and rave how awful the old lady was for bleeding on our nice boots. It was her fault for everything that went wrong that day. And at her funeral, we weep. Not for her, but for our stained footwear.
The people below might not be famous bloggers or the best bloggers, but they are the BEST people you’ll find in this community. They are the ones to look up to and read when you’ve lost faith in games. They are the ones you talk to on social networks when you’re having a bad day. They will lift your spirits and dry your tears. Most importantly, they will tell you to get out of the damn road.
With those happy words, I would like to thank you all and please read the links below or don’t. It make no difference.