This ruined some of my favorite stories in games such as The Walking Dead or The Wolf Among Us. I even went so far as to replay titles (such as Telltale games) on multiple platforms just to inflate the score alongside my digital badge. This caused me to no longer enjoy renowned titles in retrospect, since my memories were baked into obsessing over a scavenger hunt. I forced myself to play terrible titles for the easy platinum and experienced shooters like Doom with a trophy guide in hand. I chose to play games in time-consuming ways that prevented me from moving on to others. Watching my percentage go up and my trophy level slowly rise became more important to me than the experiences I got to have. It was my first platinum, and was aptly titled “Trophy Addict.”įorty-five hundred trophies and years later, I was still chasing after the superficial number on my PlayStation account. The level of satisfaction I felt when seeing that platinum trophy pop was unlike any prior achievement of mine in games. This was all to simply hear that sound effect. Over the previous weeks, I had forced myself to achieve an A+ rating on each level, chased after hidden collectibles, and even set up a bizarre combat situation to kill three enemies with the same brick in one throw. As the sounds of carnage and synth pulsed through my headphones, a pinging sound interrupted me during my playthrough of Hotline Miami. The year was 2013, and to bide time before my bus arrived I kept myself entertained with the largely neglected PlayStation Vita.
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