I admit, I have a tendency to get into certain games. Like, really into them. I’ve got over a thousand hours in Borderlands 2. Ditto Warframe. Hundreds of hours into Skyrim, Ace Combat 7, and most recently Elden Ring. But nothing like the time I’ve sunk into Destiny 2, which now sits at just over 2,850 hours. That’s almost four full months of real time. A third of a year spent on a single game. And I think, finally, I’m tired of it.
That time is by no means the most anyone has played Destiny 2 (that record goes to Policemam, who has spent almost two years playing), but it is far and away more time than I’ve ever spent playing a single game. More time than I think I ever wanted to, really. Certainly more time than I expected when I first started playing with a group of friends in the fall of 2019, just months before a little virus would completely upend both my social life and the entire fucking world.
Related: No, Developers Don't Need To Take Responsibility For Getting Harassed
Destiny 2 was a lot of fun. It remains perhaps the best shooter I’ve ever played. The story was engaging, the mechanics intriguing, and the guns, my god the guns. Endless loot to strive hours upon hours for, punctuated by Exotic rewards that never fail to make you silently whisper “wow” as you completely melt a room full of alien monstrosities.
It was great, and during the pandemic it was perhaps my biggest social engagement. I couldn’t really do anything for a year, so like many, I played Destiny with my friends. And it wasn’t bad, honestly. I’d keep reading horror stories of people going stir crazy cooped up inside for months on end, but I couldn’t relate. I was never more than a few clicks away from fighting against the enemies of humanity
Read more on thegamer.com