The Will to Resist

Jerry’s Marginalia — On Loving the Game Without Eating the Script

Let me be clear before anyone gets dramatic.

I love video games. I love the medium. I love the craft, the risk, the joy, the dumb fun, the brilliance when it hits just right.

That’s not the issue.

The issue is when someone tries to sell me agenda dressed up as agency and expects me to clap because the controller vibrated.

Don’t tell me my choice mattered when all you did was shuffle the damage around and call it depth.

Don’t tell me I’m “responsible” when the system was already decided and I was just picking which lever screamed louder.

Here’s the line:

If I see the bullshit, I’ll opt out quietly. I’ll let the chaos be chaos. I don’t need to fix it to understand it.

But if you stand in my way— if you block the exit, if you insist I participate in the lie—

then I won’t argue. I won’t rant. I won’t crash out.

I’ll auto-correct you like you’re a bad typo in an otherwise decent sentence.

No rage. No spectacle. Just correction.

— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand