As usual, I think too much. Lately, I've been thinking about why I play video games and why certain games resonate with me more than others. Yes, I'm about to write about how those games are a reflection of a deeper part of me. Nothing is safe from my brain.
I'm not talking about mustache-twisting, greasy bad guys bent on stealing all the money or destroying the world for some barely understood reason. I'm talking about villains. The villain is often more important to me than the protagonist. More on that in a second.