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The Value of a Good Idle Game

Hey everyone, it’s Kern here. As much as I like to sit at my computer and immerse myself into heavier forms of gaming, every now and then I just pick up my phone or tablet and play something simple.

Recently, very recently in fact, I’ve been getting into idle games. Now, you may be wondering why that is. Before that, though, I should probably explain what an idle game is for those who don’t know. In short, an idle game is one that requires you to do very little. Basically, you click a few things every now and then. When you do, you get to watch as your in game currencies tick upward. In some cases these can also be known as “incremental games” or “clicker games”.

Literally all you do in this type of game is merely click upon a few slowly growing and refreshing bars every now and then. You may have a few choices for character equipment screens, and you may have times missions to complete, but more times than not, there’s no skill involved.

Time is your only factor. You may start out buying yourself a few more lemonade stands, newspaper stalls or other revenue building items. Then watch the cash count tick up further only to buy more later. That’s about the long and short of it.

In general, it’s a simple, uncomplicated style of game. It will only get complicated if you make it that way. Either by by micromanaging every tiny detail or attempt stare at the game for hours on end. Really, that’s just a good way to get frustrated when you make little in the way of progress. Idle games are best enjoyed at a turtle’s pace, slowly drawing out each and every level.

A great example of this would be the game AdVenture Capitalist.

I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that idle games are a total waste of time. I wouldn’t even disagree that typically, idle games are fairly dull due to their core mechanics. It’s a lazy type of game to play for sure. That isn’t their only downside, either. It’s no question that games in mobile markets thrive on cash shops, which can be just as insidious as loot boxes. Sometimes, games like these even have both.

Those are plenty of very good reasons to dislike idle games by their nature. That’s also why I don’t typically play them myself.

Since most idle games are free to play, they will have a lot of cash shop items, pay-to-win mechanics. and other nonsense that I really don’t like to see in games. I certainly don’t encourage them in game design… but see, here’s the thing; you’re not supposed to play idle games hard core, either.

They’re not meant for you to binge the unholy hell out of them, so you don’t have to use those “advantages” (I call them that loosely), and I certainly don’t use them at all.

For me, idle games are the sort of thing I pick up for a few moments here and there, and then put the game away. At this moment in time, there’s a lot of value in that. I’ve recently found a decent use for them. Something that, quite frankly, hits close to home.

If you’ve been keeping up with this blog, you’ll know my mother isn’t very healthy right now. She’s been in and out of the hospital so much in these past few months. That means as a gamer, I just need a different way to play games. right now.

I can’t just fire up my laptop and start playing MMORPG’s or shooters, because those aren’t relaxing things. Idle games, though, that’s a different story entirely. They can just run without me paying a whole lot of attention to them. I can be as invested or as disinterested as I want to be at the time, and that small freedom means the world right now.

I can play them while we’re watching whatever crappy television show happens to be on. Whenever we’re watching the baseball games (Go Detroit Tigers!), I can have my phone in my lap and toy around between commercials. I don’t ever find myself in the middle of something I can’t just close and ignore when my attention is needed elsewhere. That’s the luxury of this type of game, and why I’ve been playing them so much recently.

I’ve been playing a lot of “Idle Space Farmer – Waifu Management Simulator” Which is a lot less perverse than it sounds. It’s just another incremental idle game, like so many others, but there’s more to do and to keep track of. It’s a better fit for me.

Idle Miner Tycoon” is another game of similar style, just, you know, without the pretty women of all shapes and sizes… this is also a solid title I’ve been playing a lot of.

Those are the two games that really have been keeping me occupied recently. Maybe I’ll do proper reviews of them when I get further into the content. I’m still in world one of both of these games due to my slow progress in them. Either way, I thank them for the distraction.

Honestly, there’s only so many sitcoms I can reasonably sit through on repeat (a blog post for later), and having these two games on my phone has saved me many hours of total and complete boredom. As an aside, that’s the thing about having older parents in their 70’s. Occasionally, they get set in their ways. They like what they like, and are not prone to drift from those old comforts. For my mother, those old re-runs are playing more often than not.

Even right now as I sit here writing this, my mother and I are watching Fraser for the countless time. When I say we watch all eleven seasons of that sitcom over and over every week, I’m not joking.

Nope, I am not kidding even in the slightest. It’s her “go to bed” show, she plays it every single night before bed, and it’s become neat ritualistic at this point. She tends to watch it in the morning to

So really, right now, I thank idle games for my sanity. Otherwise I would have lost my mind months ago.

All in all, I’ve really got to say, idle games have been a saving grace for me in moments when I just need some levity too. There’s been more than a little stress around here, and they’re a good way to just zone out for a bit. You could say they’ve become my own bedtime ritual, not unlike my mother’s binge watching of Fraser.

I’d never thought I’d say that… and it surprises me. It’s true though, every last word. Gaming this way is by far one of the best coping skills I’ve picked up to ward away stress.

Now, I don’t think this negates the downsides of idle games, and I don’t believe that mobile gaming will ever be a main source of entertainment for me, ever.

There’s just so much you can do with a basic smartphone, and I have no intention of buying the top of the line device just to make phone calls and check discord.

Still though, there’s a charm in watching watching numbers scroll upward across the screen with little strategic effort, a near mindless comfort, if you care to think about it that way. Maybe it’s because I don’t take idle games seriously, and that’s why I can enjoy them in this turbulent time in my life. I don’t give into all the marketing and pay-to-win mechanics that go into them… as that goes against my ethos as a gamer and so I’m just not inclined to use them. Or maybe it is just the mindlessness itself that so attracts me right now…

I can’t say for sure, but what I can tell you is that they’ve been a small saving grace when I just need a little something to do that isn’t complicated. I think that’s reason enough. I guess this goes to show me that even games genres I’d typically write off as uninteresting really do occasionally have their uses.

This has been Kernook of The Demented Ferrets, where stupidity is at its finest, and level grinds are par for the course. I’ll see you next time… Meanwhile check out so other great content below.

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Sabin’s MisADVENTURe (Kern’s suffering).

Hey everyone, it’s Kernook here, or Kern for short. Now I gave you the “proper” The Demented Ferrets update on Monday, but today I wanted to offer something a bit more personal.

We’ll get to this little furry jerk in a moment, and why he decided to find all manners of trouble yesterday, but first the obligatory other updates. If he looks like he’s particularly interested in something, that would be my coffee cup just out of camera shot. He knows morning coffee also means his morning treats, and he knows they’re sitting behind the cup as I type this.

For those who care, you may keep up with how my mother is doing. I sometimes talk about her on this blog.

You may be noticing a lack of blog posts, and that’s because she wasn’t doing very well. On top of video footage kerfuffles regarding Kern’s Collections, and Kresh needed to step away from live streaming for a bit for the last few weeks, everything was a total mess. So, apologies for that complete shit show.

So, anyway, last week Wednesday my mother had a low blood count again, and needed two more units of blood. So that was an 8 hour extravaganza on Wednesday. This week, we have 3 different doctors appointments to attend, one was yesterday, one is today, one is tomorrow.

Also, thank you to all of you who donate blood on a regular basis for the good and support of other people. It saves lives, it really does.

My mother is doing much better for now, but the cause for why she keeps needing the transfusions is an ongoing thing. She’s been seeing doctors, more tests were scheduled. She’s doing okay for the moment, simply tired, but that’s what happens when you get old. She’s in her 70’s, so being tired is to be expected.

In other news, more on The Demented Ferrets related side of things, videos are in production, and scripts are being written (I can’t WAIT for Friday). It’s a long haul kind of thing, life balance is important so we don’t burn out. Kresh and I noticed that our Saturday morning time slot for streaming isn’t working out as well as we would like, so we’ve changed the time as a test.

I’ve listed all of our days/times below, but Saturday is the notable change.

Tuesday: (Normally a FFXI stream of some nature)
9:00 PM – 12:00 AM (GMT)
4:00PM – 7:00 PM (EST)
Wednesday:
9:00 PM – 12:00 AM (GMT)
 4:00PM – 7:00 PM (EST)
Saturday:
3:00 PM – 6:00 PM (GMT)
10:00 AM – 1:00 PM (EST)

Anyway, that’s what’s going on with that stuff, but let’s move onto the more personal update.

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Sabin’s Fun Filled Day (My Torment)

Dad and I toyed around with the yard a bit yesterday since the weather was nice, we have to get it ready for springtime. We’d do more today but it’s not exactly going to be warm. The stupid weather here can’t decide if it wants to warm up or spit sleet everywhere. On that note, Sabin, glorious little fuzzball that he is, attempted to “help” us clean the yard.

This is Sabin, in case you have no idea who I’m talking about. He’s about 15 years old now. Sabin by his nature is mostly a one personal animal. He isn’t very easy to socialize with other people, and that’s just his way. He likes my dad well enough and he tolerates my mother, but he’s my little shadow.

Even as I’m writing this, Sabin is laying across my feet. He rarely leaves my side, and that’s been his habit from kitten-hood. He goes wherever I go around the house, and if I’m not there he affixes himself to my father instead. He is now the only pet I have, as he never took well to any other animals inside the house besides Frisky (the elder cat we had at the time of Sabin being small) and Haley (The family dog we also had at the time).

Really he could use another companion, but he really doesn’t want one. We’ve always considered getting another cat, but Sabin will have none of that idea. Those two really were the only exceptions, and likely because Sabin was so young frightened at the time we got him. He was such a little thing back then.

In his adult life, every time we try to introduce him to another creature, (cat, dog, ferret, bird,) it’s clear he’s not at all happy about the prospect of it saying. The house is usually his territory, and that’s the way it stays. He tolerates the other pets my family bring over when they stay for the summer, but you can tell it’s a grudging toleration at best.

Anyway, I’m always looking for ways to keep him entertained. A good way to do that is to sit out in the yard on warm days and let him have his fun. It’s completely fenced in, so he can’t exactly get into too much trouble if I’m outside with him. During summer he’ll lay around on the pool floats, in the spring and fall he’ll romp around the yard in the grass.

He will also inevitably disrupting any cleaning I’m doing, as he did yesterday. I’m sure he found it great fun to be “helpful”. By help, I mean he tried to climb into every bush I was snipping, tipping over the can of trimmed foliage and climbing into it with glee. He took no small amount of joy in romping around in the worst places (constantly under foot). This on top of harassing every little bug he could find filled his afternoon. He never bothers the wild rabbits, birds or squirrels that come in the yard. For those of you that are worried I’d let a cat roam near the local animals, no need to be. He just watches them, he’s never tried to hurt them.

You know, on that note, I don’t actually think he has any concept that a cat can hunt. Well, at least not anything besides a ball or a squeaky toy. He is also completely terrified of butterflies, which is just too funny considering that his favorite place is under the bird feeders. Which is where ALL the flowers tend to be, and thus also the butterflies. If one comes by, he will absolutely yowl under the nearby table until you chase it away. No I’m not kidding, he hates them. It seems like a real, actual phobia for him.

Maybe it’s because they fly erratically? That’s my best guess. He’s never been a fan of things with sudden movements. Sabin is many things, but a big mighty hunter, he is not. Hes just a coward that likes to find his own brand of havoc. Which leads into the other oh so joyous event of yesterday (note my displeasure). He also climbed the tree. He loves to climb that stupid thing, but I hate when he does that for reasons you will find out in a moment.

It was a fun little adventure I’m sure, except he pointedly needed a bath after he came inside. He had tree sap everywhere, and leaves were sticking to him. I honestly wish I had thought to take a picture of that, it was a sight to behold. I’ve never seen a cat choose to get that dirty in the span of two hours. Well, except for the time he followed the family dog into the mud after a rainstorm, but he was still just a tiny kitten back then. As I said that was well over a decade and a half ago.

Anyway, as you can guess, he desperately needed a bath. Now, before I hear the “never bathe your cat unnecessarily” speech, let me just say I fully agree. You shouldn’t just bathe a cat at whim. However, Sabin is a special case. He’s a very good boy, but he was taken away from his mom when he was too young of a kitten, so he really isn’t the best self-cleaner out there. He never really learned how to be a cat in a lot of ways.

When we got him, he was only just barely 8 weeks old at the time, and considering how small he was, I really do doubt he was even that old. Anyway, developmentally he just didn’t have the time with his mom that he needed to really learn how to be a cat. We were already dog and cat owners when Sabin was a kitten, and he mimicked them a little, especially the dog. However he never really learned the way a normal cat would.

Anyway, in the winter season his terrible skills in cleaning himself usually isn’t a problem. He can’t get dirty enough in the house to require a bath. There’s just nothing that messy for him to get into. In the spring and summer, all bets are off.

Anyway, needlessness to say Sabin protested the bath. It’s not water he hates, it’s the soap. I know it’s the soap because he has no issues playing with the pool water whenever I’m doing laps in the summer, and he’ll play in the bathtub if you fill it up for him. That’s actually a good thing, because nine times out of ten a wet washcloth alone will do the trick, but not this time. This the bath had to be a complete with shampoo. I tried just scrubbing the sap off with washcloth, but that hadn’t been working. So, yeah, full bath for him.

Side note: Always, always, always get the shampoo for your animals from a trusted source. Never randomly use your own hair care products if you can avoid it. Fur is not the same as human hair. If you’re ever in doubt, ask your vet or primary animal care professional. They will tell you what is best to use.

For Sabin, we use the same kitten shampoo from his vet that we’ve used since the day we brought him home as a tiny little ball of fluff. It works, it’s gentle, and there’s no need to change it. Don’t fix what isn’t broken, right?

After he was clean and mostly dry I attempted a picture. As you an see, it didn’t go as well as I would hope.

As soon as I pulled out my phone camera, his retort was to retort was to headbutt and lick the camera on my phone, resulting in this perplexed image. So yeah, that went well.

Thankfully, he was much less difficult to get a nicer photo of later on that night.

So, yes blame this little furry asshole for my torment yesterday. I hate giving him baths more than he hates receiving them. Clearly he’s forgiven me, because he is my little shadow, and he always will be. Also at treats…

Off to the side you can find some more posts. For more about Sabin, you can always follow us on Twitter. There’s a short video of him today, being himself. You can watch it here.

This has been Kernook of The Demented Ferrets…

“Where stupidity is at its finest and level grinds are par for the course…”

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The Third Brick – Fairness When it Applies

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Hey everyone, it’s Kernook here.

Since this isn’t an anime or gaming post, I didn’t want to toss this up on it a “usual” posting day. However, as I’ve said in my other “Brick” posts, this is a platform, and it should be used for good too.

It need to be used for more than just anime and gaming. So, today I want to take a moment to speak about fairness in this world, and how it applies to all of us.

For me, it matters that I share more of my thoughts and feeling than just being a gamer and anime fan. Though those things are huge parts of my personal identity, they aren’t all of me. As I said in my very first brick post, I was always so confused that my cousin for never reached out for deep aspirations, I never understood it to be honest. That being said, for me the drive to make The Demented Ferrets a success comes from my own failures and continued ambitions.

The subject of fairness comes up a lot in the recesses of my mind. I’ve been thinking about this more concretely for a few years now, but it has always been there. My cousin and I used to discuss this topic often enough back when I was a teenager.

We used to contemplate the matter at length. We spoke a lot about socioeconomic conditions, and the human element. The complicated mindsets, politics, and the driving forces that dug deep into what ails society.

When my cousin passed away, I was left to the confines of my own mind and a few select friends that I’d discuss these matters with. As a gamer, as an anime fan, within my gender identity, my sexual identity and my personal identity, I did a lot of soul searching.

I searched for the idea of fairness in the world, and when it might apply. I wondered how I might apply it to my life, how I might make myself into a better person with fairness as a tool and means for growth. Why did I wonder that?

Well, because I’m a gamer, and that’s the sort of thing that comes to mind.

You see, games have rules and regulations within them. They’re constructed with some level of fairness in mind. None of the systems are ever perfect, but that’s where the human element comes into play. Gamers are the ones to level the playing field when the games themselves cannot, particularly in MOBA’s and MMORPG’s.

So, after years of thinking about this, I’ve reached my conclusion about fairness. Here’s a hint, it always applies. Life isn’t fair, but people can be. There is no time or place where fairness doesn’t apply. The choice for fairness is always there, in the youngest of toddlers discovering the world, and in the minds of the most jaded adults.

It’s time to remember what it means to be fair.

Being fair doesn’t mean being overly kind, or impossibly giving. Being fair doesn’t even require empathy or sympathy. All that it requires is a moment of ones time, and a little bit of thought.

Basic logic. That’s it. That’s all you need.

A moment of careful consideration to the situation at hand, and what it truly means. That is all even the cruelest person needs in order to choose fairness.

Life is not fair, not in the slightest. It’s going to hand you a lemon every now and then, and sometimes you just can’t make lemonade. However, sometimes you can water it down so it isn’t as sour and difficult to swallow. That is what fairness is.

It’s not perfection, or a utopia. Fairness will not hand you luxuries on a silver platter, nor will it erase the darker realities that confine humanity. No, it can’t do that.

What it can do is offer a stable place to stand. It can offer a chance to make the world just a little bit better for everyone.

Here’s the thing. Fairness isn’t equality, because life makes equal playing-fields impossible. That’s why handicaps exist in games to begin with. To level out the playing-field and make an attempt at fairness. It is a justifiable bending of the rules for the sake of greater good. Handicaps are used to give people who are at a disadvantage a chance to succeed based on their own merits.

Sadly, not everything in life works that way. There is no “easy mode” or tutorial. There are times disenfranchised people may believe there is some way to contort the system. Some magical means to change it, but that’s just the rules of the system itself failing. Enough people working together might be able to change the system itself, but that’s a lofty goal.

Instead, in my eyes, it is better to attempt to make changes on the small levels, our own human condition. The lot you’re handed in life might not be something you can change, but fairness can make it easier to overcome.

The death of a loved one isn’t reversible, for example. In fairness, people will allow the grieving process. A house fire that burns precious mementos to ash, isn’t something you can glue back together. Fairness is holding those memories close, while forging new ones. Addiction is insidious, and fairness is the battle to overcome it with a community standing beside you.

Working together, less people slip through the cracks.

For another example, if you lack an education in a topic and there’s no one there to teach you, you have to teach yourself. If you lack the tools to do so, there’s no fairness in that. Fairness comes into play when someone teaches you how to teach yourself. When a diverse community comes together to show you the way, you can learn those skills without an echo chamber. You don’t have to flounder on your own. Fairness in turn is accepting that education, and using it to the fullest and joining the community when someone new comes along.

For the younger generations, fairness is being taught how to work an honest job and surviving the adult world. Instead of being left behind by society when you’re fresh out of high school, fairness is that next leg up. Those next all too important life lessons that often fail to be taught well in certain demographics of society simply because the tools they have to teach these things are lacking.

Fairness is a small chance that someone gives, and the person uses to the fullest.

Life is no game, and there aren’t cheat codes. This isn’t an inherently awful thing though. Instead, what we have in life is possibly better than that. What we have is an opportunity. As people, we can choose fairness.

In fairness everyone wins, or at the very least, no one ends up losing too much. In fairness, victims of atrocities can heal some of their wounds. In fairness, the small missteps are left as bygones, and new victories can be forged among all peoples in this world.

That is still a victory, and fairness is exactly that. A stepping stone to success.

Fairness is intellectually understanding when someone’s had a bad day, and choosing not to be an asshole on purpose. Seeing the foul mood for what it is, and understanding that no one is perfect. That doesn’t mean to be a doormat. You can set a firm line in the sand without being a total and complete jerk. The other person can understand their bad mood affects them, and try not to make everyone around them suffer for it.

That’s fairness.

Fairness is setting aside conjecture, and doing your best to put aside bias that impacts large groups of people. It’s about intellectually understanding that there are two or more sides to every story, and that the truth is always someplace within the middle. To take a moment to look and think before you dog-pile atop minorities and disenfranchised groups that have no one to show them the better path. To stand still and take a breath before you take a side.

To understand that the dog-piling sometimes becomes worse than the original offense. That one act in unfairness can result in unfounded cruelty to an entire group, the likes of which turn mankind into monsters.

Fairness is intellectually understanding that no two lives will have the same experience, and that no experience is somehow less valid due to it’s difference in course. That it is simply not your personal experience, or your journey.

Fairness requires all of us to work together, but it offers a hand reached out in truce, when you’d rather just slap someone. Agreeing to disagree when common ground can’t be found.

Fairness is simply logic when everything around you wishes to be illogical. It’s a conscious choice, a decision made firmly because fairness is the right thing to do. It may be easier to just tell someone where to shove it, but let’s be honest, we’ve all had our heads up our own ass at some point.

Profound stupidity is innately part of all of us. Removing said head from our asses may take a moment, and understanding that is fairness too. Life isn’t fair, but as humans with choice at our fingertips, we can choose the better path. We can decide to be fair.

That is what levels life’s playing-field in a way little else can. It circumvents the bylaws of the cruel world, and softens the blow life sometimes deals.

Fairness is when we as people take a moment not for charity, but a firm look at the socioeconomic divide. A moment of introspection at the social constructs that build each individual in the greater society. We can take that small moment to empower our decisions, and leave gut reaction at the door.

This is how we heal, how we mend, and how we change the future for the better.

We can bridge unfathomable divides if we take those few moments collectively. Society has some truly disgusting ails looming within it, but these ails are a product of ourselves, and what we have allowed to perpetuate.

Well, I think that’s gone on far enough. The excuse that life isn’t fair is strictly that. It is an excuse, and a sickening one at that. It leaves even strong people to flounder in the mud and muck left behind by the failings cause by everyone willing to make that excuse.

That’s not fair, and that’s not life making more lemons. That’s humanity choosing unfairness because sometimes that’s just the easy thing to do.

We can do better, and we should do better. A tiny bit, every single day. If we all did that, even just a little bit…

Well, then the world itself, governed by humanity as a whole, wouldn’t be so damn unfair anymore. It wouldn’t be perfect, nothing is, but fairness always applies. It’s all about how we choose to handle it.

This has been Kernook of The Demented Ferrets.

“Where stupidity is at its finest and level grinds are par for the course…”

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The Second Brick – Thoughts On ACCESSIBLE Gaming

Hey everyone, it’s Kernook here. In case you don’t know, I’m not just a blogger. I’m also streamer on Twitch along with my good friend Kresh. Together, we’re known as “The Demented Ferrets” and we play games several times a week.

Today I want to talk about something that hits very close to home for me; accessibility as it applies to gaming. This is why I thought it prudent to do another “brick post” today.

This time I’m going to give a bit of background on Dyspraxia, what it is, and how it can get in the way at the worst absolute times. Gaming is certainly one of them, hence the post.

Gamers tend to talk about new improvements while disregarding the old, but both have a place. The important little matter of nuance that has been lost in the greater discussion. This is a complicated topic when it comes to gaming, so please bear with me.

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First though, a brief primer on the subject. Dyspraxia is a form of developmental coordination disorder, also known as a “DCD“. I was born with it. It’s fairly common as I understand it. Although, I don’t have any personal friends who have it. That being said, there are plenty of famous people who do speak about it openly.

Daniel Radcliffe is a noteworthy actor that has spoken publicly about the disorder. He is someone I believe most people will have at least some familiarity with, given his role in the Harry Potter series. That’s why I use him as the example, but there are many more.

Now, before I continue, you need to understand that Dyspraxia has a very wide spectrum. Some people with the disorder are very low functioning. For others it would be very hard to tell they have it at all.

The disorder hinders motor skill coordination in children and adults. It may also affect speech. It is a lifelong condition, there are no cures. Dyspraxia is a fairly distinct disorder and it can affect a person in many ways.

Why does this matter? Well, I have Dyspraxia and I’m a gamer. You kind of need to have good motor skills to play a game. It’s how you handle the controller, so it matters to talk about this kind of thing in the gaming community.

Accessibility is a word thrown around a lot in the gaming sphere, and often times with negative connotations involved with it. You can put your knee-jerking to the side though. I’m not here to bash developers. I’m hear to talk about my love of gaming when in relation to the disorder itself.

Accessibility is not the same as making a game easier, or in any way “watered down”. No, that’s just flat out idiocy. What makes a game accessible is merely just a wider range of options presented to the player. Therefore, when I am speaking of accessibility here, I am speaking from my personal lens.

My lens will not be your lens, even if you have Dyspraxia. Our level of severity regarding certain symptoms may be vastly different. The one thing I want to make clear here, is that gaming is not inherently inaccessible, and we need to think of accessibility in gaming differently.

There is no one-size-fits-all approach. The fact that gamers sometimes assume something needs to be added to a game merely to make it accessible at all… well frankly, that just shits all over the discussion in the first place.

It needs to stop, and we need to widen our perspective. Accessibility shouldn’t be a list of “must haves” or “bells and whistles” tacked onto a game as an afterthought. That is not accessibility, that’s being an asshole.

Rather, when we discuss accessibility, we should discuss it’s confines and trappings. Accessibility is always a two way street. Balancing careful planning with a mindfulness to your core player base is the key to success.

An afterthought for the sake of brownie points is never the goal. It should never be the goal. Do not tack on stupid things, just because people scream that they want it. Instead, carefully consider just who your game is made for, first and foremost. Then, after you have that clear idea in mind, think about how you might be able to include others based on that.

Accessibility does not include superglue and a prayer. They should not feel like options slapped onto a game like some sort of deranged clown car. They shouldn’t feel as if they’re bursting out sideways and cockeyed.

For example, when it comes to Dark Souls, I’d say that when it comes to pure gameplay, it is very accessible despite the difficulty. From a point of motor control, I’d say it holds up well. Yes, it’s a hard game. It’s supposed to be.

Just because it’s hard, that doesn’t make it inaccessible inherently in that very specific instance. When you discuss how accessible and game is, it’s all comes down to specific instances.

The game is difficult, but also carefully crafted. You can do battle at a distance, you can plan your attacks. With the multitude of ways that a player can broach fights, I would not say that the gameplay itself is at all “inaccessible” based on motor function. Merely that the game can have a large barrier to entry in other ways.

Under this one lens, it is therefore accessible. However, that is just one lens, and someone may in fact disagree.

Dyspraxia can hinder a person’s ability to participate and function in everyday life. Education, work and gainful employment isn’t always easy for people who have it. A large amount of the time you end up with Dysgraphia or Dyscalculia on top of it. However, that’s an entirely different set of issues, and I won’t be covering those.

What I will say is this. It is imperative that a gamer considers the games they play, and understand the confines of those games. What an accessible MMORPG to me, for example may be different than what you consider to be so.

Final Fantasy XI is a great example of an accessible MMORPG for me. Yes it’s old, and yes it feels a bit dated. That being said, skill in this game relies entirely on knowing what you’re doing. It isn’t exactly a “motor skill” heavy game.

Knowing what the enemies do and how to counteract them is half the battle. There are no quick time events, and there is no jump button. You have no need to handle blinding floor spit aoe’s that you might find in games like WoW, or FFXIV which are also MMORPG’s.

When I thinking of end game raiding, I think of all the mechanics that just turn out to be a pain in the ass. That being said, I call what would be vanilla Rift the pinnacle of end game raiding. The best, and most fun raiding I’ve ever had in a game, for me personally.

This is merely because even if a fight was difficult and AoE’s were tossed all over, I was never just flat out blinded by a boss I was fighting.

For me, the worst offender in this regard is FFXIV. To me, though I do like it, it is very inaccessible as a game in many ways. For me boss battles in FFXIV are not a matter of simply getting good. Sometimes they are a matter of stupidity. Occasionally, I just can’t see what the hell is happening. There is literally too much crap everywhere.

I have golf balls for eyes sometimes, hence the spelling errors that occasionally slip into blog posts. This is also why I tend to use a medium font, and not the “default” that is included in the editing tool.

When I think of a game that isn’t accessible, I think of a game that is stupidly difficult for the sake of it. Or a game that might have had a very small team, and therefore couldn’t hope to factor in gamers such as myself in the first place.

Sometimes artistic choices are enough to make a game somewhat impossible for me to play. Those games have a fan base, and those games don’t include me. This also includes games like Undertale which is primarily black and white, and terrible for me personally.

It took me a year to play and beat the game. This is not to say it isn’t a good game. It is to say the game is not accessible to me as a player. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. It just hurts my eyes, and the way you play the game doesn’t help.

However it was such a massive hit that I played it merely to have a perspective upon it myself. That it isn’t a good one personally, doesn’t detract from it objectively. That’s a key distinction to make here.

All in all, people with Dyspraxia are not a monolith. There are a huge list of symptoms, and if you care to look at them, do so understanding that is a very fluid disorder. No one will ever have “all” the qualifiers, because the list is just too large.

So, why does this matter? Well, to me gaming matters. Therefore, my heart can only go out to others with motor skill impairments that inhibit them from fully enjoying a gaming experience the way they might like.

When we play games we see “game over” screens more times than an average player. Sometimes, these are just for dumb reasons. Perhaps a boss doesn’t choreograph what it’s doing very well. Perhaps in games that don’t allow you to turn off quick time events, you kiss your butt goodbye on those several times over.

However, if you don’t have some sort of motor impairment you might think we’re just bad gamers, or that we’re just flat out stupid. It’s not that, not really. It’s just that how we experience the game can and will be different from yours, and our ability to play the game reflects that.

This is why I actually love the Resident Evil and Silent Hill series of games. Particularly the ones with tank controls. In my latest review of Resident Evil 2 from 1998, I brought the matter up directly by saying this:

If you think tank controls absolutely suck, you’re in for a bit of bad news. They’re just as clunky as you recall them to be. Now, I’ve never had an issue with tank controls myself. For my personal situation, tank controls actually make the games easier to play, not harder.

There is a very direct reason for that. Given my Dyspraxia, which is a motor skill disorder, having limited movement allowed me to have better control over the character. I didn’t need to be careful of subtle movement, because the characters only move in very particular ways. When it comes to my thumb being clumsy, the game just didn’t pick that up. This meant I could pay closer attention to my environment, and not what my hands did of their own accord without my noticing. While I love tank controls, I do understand that most people hate them.

For me personally, it’s not a downside. Objectively speaking though, it very well could be. I won’t overlook that just because of my nostalgia or personal situation. “

If you want to read a few of my reviews for the resident evil franchise, you can do so here:

See, this is what I mean by we need to broaden our idea of what accessibility really means. Tank controls actually help me. I’d love if more games have them, and that’s why I love a lot of retro titles. Do I expect them? Absolutely not, but I would very much like to have them.

To me, they would be an accessibility that would improve gameplay.

The point I am trying to make is that this whole accessibility discussion has vastly jumped the shark in many ways. It is true that not all games will be accessible to all people, and it will be impossible to attempt to make it that way.

However, it is also true that using that as a blind excuse is just pure laziness. Nuance matters, and we’re starting to lose that.

Final Thoughts

If you are experiencing trouble as a gamer, I have just one bit of advice. Before you start pounding on the gong of accessibility, take a breath and look at all that gaming has to offer. There will be a game or two that will suit you. There will be a genre that allows you to love gaming.

Once you find those games, you can open your eyes to the other games like it, and the much deeper world that gaming has to offer. Instead of just focusing on the usual complaints, we need to think out of the box. It’s better for everyone, and that’s the whole point of accessibly in the first place. To reach as many people inclusively as possible.

It isn’t just about controller layouts and game overlays. It’s not just about including new add-ons, fonts, colors, keybinds, or multi-lingual subtitles. It’s about the larger scope of the experience we have as gamers.

Sometimes it’s about playing the inaccessible games to understand what needs to change, instead of what we simply want changed.

We need to be discussing ports and revivals of older titles. We need to consider that there are already a wealth of games suited for us that might need to be brought back onto current software. Perhaps some of these titles need to be brought back to life or brought over to other platforms.

Perhaps a gamer can’t play a Mario or Zelda title on a Nintendo Switch, but could play that very same title with a different sort of controller found only on PC, or by a third party company. We need to be discussing this too, and look at all of our options.

We need for developers to be our partners, not our enemies. We need fellow gamers to hear us out before biting our heads off.

These are the sorts of discussions we need to be having. These are the ones that should pervade the larger narrative. When we think of accessibility, need to consider tank controls and other methods of control in general too.

Hopefully you love gaming as much as I do. Hopefully I’ve given you something to chew on. Perhaps the next time the word accessibility comes up in context with gaming, you’ll look out of the box too.

If you’re an aspiring developer, or one from a huge studio, reach out to gamers. Sometimes that alone is enough. Nine times out of ten, we’re okay that a game doesn’t have something, if there’s a good reason not to include it. Knowing why a feature isn’t in a game is sometimes enough for us.

Sometimes just being talked to, so we’re included, is all that we need. Sometimes all we want is to be heard. We don’t want to feel useless, or that we’re just shouting into the void.

Communication is the first step, and it’s one that needs to continue being made, so yeah… do that developers, really. That first step will be an answer to a great many problems. After that, creativity is your foremost tool. Use it, and empower all of us.

This has been Kernook of The Demented Ferrets.

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How To Make a Brick – The First Brick

Note: My cousin was biologically female, assigned at birth. But, but cousin also subverted gender normality mentally in every way humanly possible. The line between a non-binary identity crossed heavily with a male one. My cousin most often identified as male. Therefore, I will be using the pronouns he/him for the entirety of this blog post.

Okay smart-ass, how do you make a brick…?

Something my cousin asked in a moment of stupidity…

“Okay smart-ass, how do you make a brick…?”

That was the question asked nearly a decade ago on a summer day. I was whittling the slow hours away out on my cousin’s front deck. Cigarette in hand and a cold glass of some flavored water collecting condensation in the sun. We were talking about everything and nothing. Stupid questions and even stupider answers flowing from our mouths. Everything we said was vitriolic, but also in good humor.

It was just our way, and it was a typical day for us. I recall that day fondly.

My cousin’s life was prolific in the normalcy of it all. A hand-full of problems, and no real way to fix any of them. He was incredibly smart, but, he was also a drug addict. He went to therapy often, going through shrinks like a household goes through toilet paper. He spent his many years taking prescription medication, using them, until they began using him. Just another vice among a great many.

He never quite got his fix…

Why does all that matter now? Well, my cousin’s dead. He died in 2019 of an overdose. Duster cans acting a means of getting high that didn’t justify the end. In spite of this, that was the outcome we had all come to expect. It was going to happen eventually, because addiction is a beast all of it’s own. Monstrous in how it eats the soul from the inside out. It’s almost like a plague, really.

Being an outsider looking in on that struggle, it’s hard to fathom. The highs come with lows, and when mental illness get mixed in, lines blur. You ask yourself questions trying to piece together the magnitude of it all. You try to understand-often failing to do so– and sometimes there are just no answers in sight.

That’s how it was for me. I had so many questions, but so few answers.

I’d ask myself, what part of it is the illness? What part is the drugs? Where is the soul beneath all of that? How do you cure the things that can’t be?

Some people can claw their way to successful management of their addictions. It never leaves, once an addict always an addict. Yet, some people can control that beast. Unfortunately, my cousin never could. Maybe in a way, it was just easier not to…

I can’t help but think of all the missed opportunities, failed chances, and everything he left behind. A muddled story to be sure, but one that played an irreplaceable part in my life. It would be a disservice to even think otherwise.

We had always said we’d write a book together. We never did. We should have. With all time we wasted with our thumbs up our asses, we could have. It’s that last point that really gets me.

We could have done it.

Like so many things, we never got around to it. Instead, all I have are the memories of the things we’d said we do.

I look back at the missed opportunity. I wish we had made those chronicles of our lives. I wish we’d written that family history. It was just as imperfect as any other, but ours anyway. Special because it was ours. Now, it’ll never be written. My cousin was eighteen years my senior, but, history has way of repeating. My cousin was a looking glass for me.

Still is, I suppose.

Like my cousin, lines of gender blur for me. I am also biologically female. In my head, I am 100% not female. I don’t believe myself to think inherently like a woman. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the concept of inherently feminine traits or masculine traits, it doesn’t matter.

I’d never call myself non-binary, because to be that title would never fit. Then again, I can only help but feel that the spectrum of gender as it is fails humanity in so many ways.

I think we put too much significance in gender. The Performativity of it. In many ways it’s all pomp and circumstance.

That being said, I take my identity a step farther than my cousin ever did. I wear binders, he didn’t. I pack, he didn’t. Even so, in my eyes he was no less a person, and no lesser a man. Effeminate qualities do not chain down a soul.

Like him, I find myself at the mercy of the mirror every day. Taking quick showers because I don’t wish to see myself without clothing. I’m by no means obese, but biologically women tend to have more body fat than men. To me, breasts are no more than blubber with a nipple on them. A pain in the ass, and just as unsightly as rolls of excess fat that cling no matter what you do.

I’ve made peace with the fact that I will never have the body I’d like. I’ve decided that a body is just a vessel that houses a soul. That the vessel itself need not reflect the soul in the slightest. That despite our best wishes, for some of us it’s never going to. I feel that we must reach beyond those confines in different ways for some semblance of comfort.

This idea is akin to many memes we see across the internet. Much like a house cat with the ferocity of a lion. Or a dog that stands with all the majesty of a wolf.

I turned 31 in September of 2020. It was a bit bitter for me because I thought I’d be someplace further in my life than what I am now. It’s strange, because my cousin used to say that about his own life more often than not.

The older I get, the more I find myself thinking about it during the quiet dawns and late sleepless nights.

I love to write, even if I’m not very good at it. Sometimes I tell myself that it’s just another passion that’ll never go anywhere. Jack of all trades, master of none.

Late in 2020, my friend Kreshenne and I formed “The Demented Ferrets” in a single hope that we’d be able to escape some of the mundanity that life had to offer.

We have a Twitch, YouTube, and this blog as far as content creation is concerned. We play games, I write on the blog, and life moves forward.

Now, will we get anywhere with this seemingly asinine idea? Well that’s anybody’s guess.

But then again, I don’t want to have another monumental regret, either. I don’t want to spend later years in my life asking “what if?” endlessly as I am often prone to do.

I’m not a perfect person, my shit stinks, just the same as everyone else. I look at my flaws and they cripple me sometimes. They overwhelm me. I don’t know where this blog will take me, if anywhere. I don’t know if Kreshenne and I can really make something of our platforms or not.

I don’t want insane fame. I don’t want countless fortune. I just want to pay the bills with things I love to do, and Kreshenne is the same way…

So, sections of this blog will just be my thoughts, my insights. However meaningless that proves to be for anyone else doesn’t matter. This post is a selfish thing, but humans are selfish creatures.

If I don’t put my thoughts down brick by brick, maybe I never will. They say it takes 8,176 bricks to make the average home. If that’s true, I wonder how many I’ve laid down in my life so far.

How many more it will take before I feel like I’ve accomplished something meaningful?

I don’t know that answer. Maybe I never will.

This blog is a collection of my passions, my failings, and everything else I can think of. Imperfect in so many ways, because I’m flawed to a fault. In some ways, I don’t believe that’s a grave sin. Rather, I feel like that’s the way it should be…

So among all of the anime content, gaming content, and RWBY content that will doubtlessly flood all of “The Demented Ferrets” platforms as time goes on, I want to be selfish. I want this one thing for me. To place down these bricks, bit by bit.

I realize it’s not the standard fare that most would come to expect. I understand completely that I’m probably just shouting into a void, and so few people will ever read these sorts of posts.

Either way, this is the first brick. One that I should have laid down along with my cousin when we had the chance to write a book together.

That’s gone, but this new opportunity is one that I won’t allow to pass me by.

This has been Kernook of the Demented Ferrets…

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