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		By: Placido		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 13:24:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Condolences on your loss.  I&#039;m glad though that Fiddy made a ridiculous video game to somehow ease your grief.  As games, sometimes the only way to deal with inconsolable loss or disappointment in life is to just play games without caring about the world, if only for a little while. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Condolences on your loss.  I&#039;m glad though that Fiddy made a ridiculous video game to somehow ease your grief.  As games, sometimes the only way to deal with inconsolable loss or disappointment in life is to just play games without caring about the world, if only for a little while. </p>
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		By: Kiel Randor		</title>
		<link>https://unwinnable.com/2012/01/23/death-and-gaming/#comment-27891</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 01:50:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Man, strange stumbling across this.. 16 years ago, my Mother passed away after a fairly long and similary horrible struggle. I recall that when we got home from the hospital, my younger brother, (who had just turned 18 the day before) and I walked into his room like a couple zombies. Emotionally spent and utterly exhausted from the vigil, we wordlessly dropped to the floor in front of his TV and smacked the power button on his N64. We silently picked up the controllers and launched into a marathon of Killer Instinct. 
 
Back and forth we fought against each other. Unleashing furious combinations, counters and finishers. At first it was in utter silence. Then a grunt of appreciation for a particularly epic combo. Eventually a friendly insult and finally we were cheering each other and smack talking each other and laughing at each other and for a moment, brief and memorable, we were kids again, and able to slip free of our loss and just play a game with each other and enjoy that experience. 
 
For myself, it was a powerful moment of clarity. One in which I knew that regardless of how bad I may have been feeling, and how devastating the loss may be, there will always be good in this world and joy to be had in it.  
 
Games gave me that gift at the exact moment when I needed it most. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Man, strange stumbling across this.. 16 years ago, my Mother passed away after a fairly long and similary horrible struggle. I recall that when we got home from the hospital, my younger brother, (who had just turned 18 the day before) and I walked into his room like a couple zombies. Emotionally spent and utterly exhausted from the vigil, we wordlessly dropped to the floor in front of his TV and smacked the power button on his N64. We silently picked up the controllers and launched into a marathon of Killer Instinct. </p>
<p>Back and forth we fought against each other. Unleashing furious combinations, counters and finishers. At first it was in utter silence. Then a grunt of appreciation for a particularly epic combo. Eventually a friendly insult and finally we were cheering each other and smack talking each other and laughing at each other and for a moment, brief and memorable, we were kids again, and able to slip free of our loss and just play a game with each other and enjoy that experience. </p>
<p>For myself, it was a powerful moment of clarity. One in which I knew that regardless of how bad I may have been feeling, and how devastating the loss may be, there will always be good in this world and joy to be had in it.  </p>
<p>Games gave me that gift at the exact moment when I needed it most. </p>
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		By: Your cuz		</title>
		<link>https://unwinnable.com/2012/01/23/death-and-gaming/#comment-27785</link>

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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:20:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No words.... ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No words&#8230;. </p>
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