In just under a month I’ll be going to E3 for the first time.
Given my age and my four-and-a-bit years experience of writing about games, I imagine some people will be surprised to learn that, but yep, I’ve never had the pleasure before. I’m actually really quite excited, or as excited as a grumpy, slightly misanthropic thirtysomething gets about the idea of spending a week in the company of other people.
Of course, part of me is terrified to the very core that it’ll require me to spend the best part of 24 hours on a plane (I’m talking there and back, obviously – I’m not going on a Cessna) but I guess a day of abject terror is a small price to pay for six in sunny LA. Not that I’ll be seeing an awful lot of sun, natch.
It seems E3 still holds a near-mythical status for many gaming enthusiasts. I spend my fair share of time on forums and they’re always abuzz around June when the Big Three announce their line-up for the rest of the year and beyond. Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands of gamers, all sitting at their PCs, tapping F5 to refresh forum threads, excitedly posting single-word or single-sentence opinions on what they’re witnessing, on a tiny window streaming a nearly-but-not-quite live feed on some US site. And perhaps keeping a spare feed from another site open in another window just in case that one drops at any point.
I’ve been there many times, and I’ll miss some of that fun, though I imagine it’ll be that much more exciting witnessing it all first-hand. And maybe when I’m in the conference halls I’ll flip my laptop open and join the debate from across the Atlantic. Assuming I can hear myself think over all the whooping and hollering.