Playing the ship’s body while learning to drive is surprisingly useful

At the age of 9, in the plastic seat of the Arcade Sega Rally, I quickly learned that “automatic” better “manually” without understanding why. And now I know: Changing gear is a petty task. This year, in the middle of the thirty years, I finally learned to drive. And strangely, a racing game about destroying the old explosions clapped my hands helped me. Thanks to Wreckfest, for all the wraths on the bottled road that you allow me to release.

When I said “helped”, I did not mean this active racing game taught me how to reverse safely around a corner or calmly navigate a brave. Wreckfest was helpful as a way to escape against calm substances that would cover me after any driving lesson. Driving – In case you have done it for many years and has developed a thick class – very stressful. Wreckfest, although now old enough in gaming terms to have a sequel to the works, is still a perfect method to relax, understand the great concern that comes with 1.5 tons of metal manipulation quickly, but can still say: No! Not here.

You can slide the round bushes in a beat scooter. You can fight with twenty people harvesting. You can drive a “battle bus” with a large metal cow installer installed in the front and Yeehaw in your way to the 24th position by driving wrong among many online players, seeking to ruin leaders when they turn to avoid public transport behaviors of your revenge. It has become one of my favorite games this year, although it has been released in 2018.

John called it “antidote for Sims Racing Facing Sims” when it was released. But I only discovered it while writing the list of our best racing games. Now that I have finally been informed about the dangerous lighting button, I was satisfied with this list. I downloaded Wreckfest as a fun study and immediately enjoyed the joy of hell when crashing into an opponent in a corner. I realized the violations of happiness when doing completely opposite to everything I was being slow and taught, this week to another.

The secret to learning how to drive, someone on the internet said, forgetting what you are doing is extremely dangerous. You must know it at a depth, that you are plowing Tarmac with a killer and injured thousands of thousands of people each year. But you also have to set that knowledge aside and just Do thatWhile believing in others around you to drive as a person who refuses danger, unconsciously notifying their fragile bones but does not seem to be cared for. Occasionally, while driving on the highway, I still thought: God, what are we doing!? In many ways, driving a series is the perfect metaphor for the intentional ignorance of the mortality rates that come with all people every day. La La La, we sang for ourselves when we forgot death again, Dum-Dee-dum. There is a reason why people develop Amaxophobia, the fear of driving and it is a more reasonable obsession than many of us are interested in acknowledging.

Games like Wreckfest (and Burnout series, fearing that we forget) is a perfect stress for an unimeless life because of the rules of the road, but fear. Some thalassophobes playing Subnautica will find that entering ABYSSAL water terrorism provides a release. Therefore, stressful drivers are also relief from joining a server many players titled: “Fuckfest! All the cars allow! There is no rule!” It is not (only) about throwing normal driving rules into the barrel. It is about throwing away your fear when disturbing the most earthly way. Wreckfest helmet drivers may be crushed and compressed into fun shapes when the car is confusing around them, or they can ragdoll humor into the sky when it is overthrown from their grass people. But you rarely press 3 seconds of the ‘re -set’ button from returning to the race. You have a health meter, but nothing here can hurt you. Ah, video games.

Northern Ireland, where I learned to drive, there was a bad history of the male riders causing a fatal accident to seek a small suspense. The dangerous driving IRL is not a commendable thing. I almost collapsed twice because the Shitheels quickly, and I didn’t have any time I thought: “Haha, great”. However, even if I clearly think that it is not wise to fly down a 100mph road on the roads that seem to be built by Joker from Batman, I understand that the desire is like Sonic must go fast, to feel the press of motivation and forget the rules, forget fear. Well, again, what is the server without rules in Wrashfest is for (or maybe the night runner, a game that transmits the race at Japan’s illegal night). After many years of enjoying innocent racing games, like a pedestrian muttering has some minor joy, now I understand them a little better.

Wreckfest and its collapse Arcade racer – they are where the stress of excessive safety prevention measures, the risk of damage or death, can be completely forgotten to be able to smoke around a corner like a cat scrambler with kitchen floor tiles. A safe simulation, where you can witness a terrible pile and think it is not “my Lord” but “Lol Cya Suckersssss” when you drive through. Yes, I’m late for the party. I was late to drive and late for Wreckfest and perhaps late for any appointment I made because I still drove cautiously on rural roads and disappointed the wildness that lasted three inches behind me. But late and safe is better faster and completely not.