![]() ![]() In fact, I had already played Resident Evil vicariously through granular reenactments on the playground. ![]() In October 1997, on my 12th birthday, she decided that I still wasn’t old enough to play Resident Evil, a video game riff on George Romero zombie films that literally everybody at school was playing. But when I step into the game’s tavern, which is more cafe than beer hall, I’m reminded of the most pathetic lesson I learned from video games. It’s all-ages fare with a cartoonish look and sugar-sweet story. I enjoy the leisurely days watering tomatoes and nights fishing for snapper. This past week I joined the millions of newly-minted devotees in Stardew Valley, a game that transports players into the dirt-caked boots of a humble farmer. ![]() My mom was wrong about violent video games it’s the family-friendly stuff that’s treacherous.
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