Gaming has been a personal passion since the first time I saw an arcade in a mall. I have owned every major console released since the Sega Genesis, with the exception of the original XBox. For me, a Saturday spent playing video or board games with my wife or a few close friends would always be more appealing than a night out. Gaming is, and always will be a part of me.
So what happens when a hardcore gamer brings life into the world? Would my gaming self cease to exist, buried in a cavalcade of dirty cloth diapers? Would the world be forced to evolve without my tsunami of treachery and weiner jokes?