I had mentioned on the Twitch thing that I like hobbies that have a lot of custom language, that is to say Jargon; most hobbies are like this, but some are more dense than others. Someone bellowing from the depths of Twitor, The Truncated Realm, suggested that my hobby is actually learning new words, and the particular genuflections of these hobbies are essentially just the rind.
I can’t imagine why I would argue with that.
Gaming has tons and tons of words. It used to have even more, if you were playing during the MS-DOS era, and these terms weren’t flourishes - they weren’t simply monastic reiterations of normal concepts, made shadowed and distant from common use. They were the equivalent of elf-words, and knowledge of them let you use the most powerful calculation engines ever devised to fuck around after school. You could fix broken things and improve whole things. It was pretty good times. Gabe never went through that phase, he started with Windows on a 486, so when something is fucked up all he can do is curse the Gods. He does not know the offerings.
Most of the new language these days has to do with the roiling kettle that is online social interactions. Stream-sniping is, when compared to the whole of human history, a relatively recent phenomenon and requires several precursor events to even constitute a recognized dealio. In some ways, it’s an example of why we can’t have nice things. On other ways, and I don’t mean to be callous, but, uh… wow. That we consider this a problem may be a kind of indictment of our problems.
I like to joke when Keek and I are playing Battlegrounds that we’re being stream-sniped, but (as I’m almost certain I’ve suggested previously) the way I play normally is so filthy-nasty, my failures so naked, that it’s as though I’m playing against an omniscient opponent.