Ok. So I’ve had the fortune of playing pretty much all of the major releases this year. It’s one of the best years for video games, well, probably ever. Breath of the Wild was a major milestone. Nier: Automata was revolutionary in terms of narrative. RE7 was a return to form none of us suspected. And so many more.
But after 40 hours in PUBG I can without a doubt say that it’s the most fun I have had playing video games in years. Maybe ever. It reminds me of pulse-pounding matches of Magic: The Gathering as a kid, sitting cross-legged on my parents carpet with my friend. It reminds me of heated Goldeneye N64 and Mario Kart battle mode death matches. It usurps the hundreds of stoned hours playing Guilty Gear with my college friends.
Maybe it will pass. I don’t know. But today, after 40 hours, I got my first “chicken dinner” with a random friend I’ve made on Steam, and I’ve never felt such an incredibly physical response from a video game. We screamed in to our microphones together, nearly in tears.
PUBG is testament to the fact that online multiplayer doesn’t have to be a slur-throwing edge-lord contest, but can be about teamwork and friendship.
PUBG, like Breath of the Wild, for me, isn’t just a “a video game.” To me, it is video games.