What Keeps You Playing?

I have a new editorial on player motivation up on The Game Effect. I’m quite pleased with this, it took me a while to process through why some mechanics keep me one-more-turning and others just piss me off, but I think it’s a good start for a conversation on good motivating mechanics.

Power-Ups

Practical in-game awards, like improved armor, attacks and general power ups, can work well towards keeping gamers engaged.
Experience grinding stays interesting with the possibility of receiving
rare random drops. And once you have the Sword of A Thousand Truths, you’ll have to keep playing just to try it out, and from there it’s a
slippery slope of just five more minutes until dawn. I’ve tracked down
optional fights or rare merchants to get unusual items. Although I hate
to sound like I’m confirming the stereotype that girls like to play
games with shopping elements, I’ve gone out of my way to get pretty
armor, too, or stayed up just a bit later to get a complete set.

Focusing entirely on improved gear as a reward system can quickly becomerepetitive. I think we’ve all played D&D runs where the plot
involved killing a level one monster to get a plus-one sword to kill a
level 2 monsters to get a plus-two sword to fight a… well, you get the
picture. Rinse-and-repeat grinding becomes tedious, making our hobby
feel like a dead-end job.

Casual games — especially the dreaded pink ones, clumsily targeted at a murky idea of female players — often offer a shopping reward screen. Players begin with a still of the game’s protagonist, and over the course of the game, they can buy new clothes, accessories, and decor for the still.  These are purely cosmetic changes, of course, and the goal is a completed image, not a power-up. It must be a successful reward mechanic to appear in so many games, but it does nothing for me.

Via The Game Effect – News and Features (I can’t link directly to the article, so scroll down to my name with Plants Vs. Zombies icon.)

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Did They Teach You That In Poet School?

Marcus and I are drinking coffee at Harvard Square on a Sunday afternoon just before Christmas. Ok, I’m drinking enough coffee for both of us, and he’s regaling me with stories from academia. My friend Marcus is an actual working poet, and teaches college English. I’m sort of amazed by that life, and by the way twenty-two-year-old Marcus knew he was going to be a poet and an academic, and how he’s made that happen. I’d tell Marcus how completely impressed I am by that, but I’m way too involved in this story about professor/student romance.

“What is it with younger women and older men?” Marcus asks me. “Why does it always work out that way, and never the other way?”

“Do you really want to know?” I asked. “Fine, but you can’t be mad at me. It’s just that men mature so much more slowly than women. We have to date someone older so you guys have time to catch up.”

“It’s all about maturity then?”

“It is.”

“Go play your videogames, woman.”

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Larger Than Life

Spike VGA, by Simpson’s Paradox

Saw this coming out of Penn Station this morning (since I didn’t take DeCamp today). I thought of my awesome time at the VGAs, and my recent cyberpunk ad sighting, and, well, if you saw a crazy girl skipping across the street and laughing? That was me.

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With Benefits

Almost as soon as I moved back north, I got into this… situation. I hesitate to call it a “relationship” because the other party made it pretty clear that I couldn’t make any demands. We’d see each other when we saw each other, ok, and even though things were great when we were together, everything happens on the other party’s schedule, when they happen at all.

Some of my friends, who’d been in similar non-relationships or who were familiar with the other party, warned me that my situation might seem good now, and seemed like a complete shift from Raleigh life, but that in a few months, I’d be upset about it. The other party would be unreliable, I’d find myself in places I didn’t want to be, information from the other party would change at the last minute, with no warning, and the whole thing would go from no-strings convenience to endless frustration.

I thought I could handle it. I didn’t mind the other people, really I didn’t. My needs are pretty simple, and I didn’t want to get into a whole complicated thing, you know?

But recently, I’ve started to want more. The unreliable schedule and the poor communication is really starting to wear on me.

So that’s why I’m not taking the DeCamp into the city anymore.

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Original Sims

I was a freshman in college when my hallmate and soon-to-be best friend Kristin introduced me to the Sims. While other freshmen were passed out on Frat Row, I was playing Sims. (Which isn’t to say I wasn’t on my own personal quest for alcohol consumption and inappropriate romantic pairings… just that I did it differently.)

I played endless Sims over Kristin’s shoulder, or with her over mine. There were much more limited options in character creation with the original Sims, so we didn’t truly delve into the twisted side of Simville. By the time the detailed facial creation and fashion customization were possible, I’d passed the age of Woohooing my virtual crush or dropping my prettier classmates in a pool, and taking out the ladder. (Er, not that we ever did that. Kristin and I were extremely well-adjusted eighteen-year-olds. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.)

We struggled to balance our Sim careers and Sim relationships, trying to find an equilibrium of professional l success and digital romance. This was made much easier when Kristin googled a money cheat and took the financial burdens away, but I still tended to have a sleepy Sim stomping out the door, late for work again.

Sims taught me that if you can keep a crying newborn alive and moderately well-fed for three days, he’ll become a child and be much easier to deal with. I’m quite disappointed that real children seem to require more of a time commitment.

Sims also taught me that showers and bathtubs break every two or three days, which seemed like an exaggeration, until I moved to China and saw it in action.

Previous game memories: Civ 2, or Why I Should Listen To Eric Sometimes.

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My Cyberpunk Life

I think taxi TV is about as cyberpunk as you can get without getting a corporate logo tattoo (Not going to name any names, Caterpillar Mike!) or a flying car.  Watching the news while commuting is a pretty solid Clarke and Asimov staple, and those guys knew what they were talking about.

A few weeks ago, I was in a cab when I glanced at the TV, and recognized a presenter. I wasn’t actually in the cab on my way to meet her, but I did see her later that day.

Then I noticed that’s an advert for Jimmy Kimmel, too, which includes a quick exterior shot of the El Capitan, where I was working last week.

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Default Settings

My trip to Los Angeles passed in a blur of not sleeping, game excitement, coffee, fantastic conversations and arm-out photos with awesomely talented people. Again.

Coming back from Los Angeles this time, I still have the post-adventure greyness of the travel addict, but it’s not the awful letdown I felt going back to Raleigh. I love that my regular life is my commute into the Manhattan,  yellow cabs and deli sandwiches, and trying to make more hours in the day, to squeeze my freelancing in around my day job.

This hasn’t been an easy transition for me, but these are good default settings.

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Saving The World With Games

This is Jane McGonigal’s awesome TED talk about gameplay, problem solving and creativity. I’m mostly posting it for my dad, but I want everyone in the world to watch this.

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Still Life With Blogger

Still Life With Blogger, by Simpson’s Paradox
Alternate title: Michael tries to run a live event. I get in the way.

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Not Waiting

I worked endless hours while I was in LA,  but one afternoon, my co-worker and I slipped out of the studio during daylight hours, and walked down Hollywood Boulevard to find something to eat. This trip has stunned me every morning, when I’d wake up in the hotel and re-remember that my commute to work literally involves walking down the Walk of Fame, that I can call these creative geniuses colleagues, that my job is a fascinating mix of new media and online community, analyzing statistics and understanding relationships, meeting interesting people and hiding alone with my computer.

We sat on a balcony in warm December air, where my coworker smoothly ordered wine and wild sushi-Mexican fusion, and talked about online world building and developing-world travel. I looked down over the railing at the crowds below.

“What are you grinning at?” he asked me.

“I’m not a waitress in Raleigh anymore,” I said, as if that could possibly cover it.

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