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It started out as small things, like jumping on pipes, owls and bricks with sister. Delivering newspapers on bike while dodging random idiots and whatnots. Rode with unicycle made out of rock, blew bubbles, skied or I'd die. Then it got more intense. I had to make long and challenging journeys just to figure out that the princess was in another castle, save the whole dreamland from nightmares, wrestle my way to championship, jump with a walking stick on a moon, defeat a vampire lord, or fight my way through bunch of mogwais to reach their leader. But that too was just a beginning. Just in more than ten years I've notched up my schedule, as I've lead armies against race that was certain to doom all life in the universe. I've wanted to be a pirate and defeated an undead pirate captain several times, caught swashbuckling with rhyming taunts, escaped a haunted mansion filled with restless souls, rode down the setting sun on a prarie, survived the hatred of three criminal gangs between their war, survived the apocalypse with just a pocket knife at start, been in ranks of marines discovering unknown threats from outer world, spread my hive's wealth in the name of the queen from borders of space to another, hunt the most dangerous hunt of all times, saved innocents from criminals masked in disguise, developed super powers from laboratory incident, flew among birds with my forgotten wings when thrown down from the heavens, chasing down the one who did me wrong, survived death and hell so many times I've lost count, crushed gods of Olympus with my bare hands, discovered long lost buildings and cultures, tried to survive the radiation over third world war, discovered a lineage of assassins centuries old, dropped an airplane on my friend while having a driving contest on an airport, and many many other events. If I'd thank books about these, certainly most common people would nod with approval, but instead I'm proud to say that I have lived these experiences through games. They are not real, you say. They are for children only you say. They are real thoughts coming from real people, real adults, real people working hard for years to spread their stories all over the world, sharing their dreams, sharing their thoughts, showing beauty that are hidden in their mind whether by visually or audibly. They have not just brought colours to my life, they have saved one person's life, stopped one's hatred and shown them guilt, brought a smile on people's face, and shed tears of sadness and joy. They've become a modern way of passing journeys of legends, what has long long time ago, in a galaxy far away started just on a campfire. I do not shame for playing games and seeing their beauty that some do not understand. I do not shame for sharing these stories with my fellow heroes. Games. Because sometimes you just want to be part of the story.