My dad was playing “Resident Evil 2.” As I started to learn and understand more of what zombies were and the objective of the game, I became increasingly interested - and borderline obsessed - with the grey plastic box that my dad called a PlayStation. At the time, I didn’t know what the hell was happening or what zombies were, but I did know that the whole experience was exhilarating.
He jolted his entire body, including my tiny self, in reaction to a loud noise or unexpected attack. His hands were noisy as he smashed his thumbs into the buttons and sticks of the controller. No Longer an Anomaly: Female Gamers of Colorįemale gamers of color share their experiences in an industry dominated by white males charged with sexist and racist slurs.Īfter a long and difficult day at preschool, I remember sitting in my dad’s lap as he bolted away and shot flesh-eating, reawakened corpses.
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