Flew out of Seattle at 22:30 yesterday while fighting mild discomfort and chronic irritation the entire way. After a 4-day rager at PAX Prime 2015, I’m suffering from fatigue for at least 2 rounds. I have a pretty high constitution but suffered a critical hit from some bad squid on Sunday night. It’s a shame, I enjoyed the ambiance there. 

Once home and fully decompressed, I discovered the meaning of PAX.  Last year, I had my first con experience by jumping into one of the largest available.  Transcendental immersion therapy, I emerged stronger and more self-assured.  I found a mecca of gamers where my introvert rejoices – she is not the only one!

This year, less novel, I took time to look around and digest some of the posters/signs/cards/buttons/screens/vendors.  I’m instinctively repelled by flashy advertising.  My entire philosophy on consumerism is derived from something my dad told me – the harder they’re trying to sell it, the less you really need it.  I guess the caveat is when you’re inside an entire convention dedicated to frivolity.  That’s a rare opportunity to find the things you really want. 

Superfight is one of those things.  I never really got into Cards Against Humanity, probably due to my oddly dark sense of humor, but also the game felt clumsy.  Too much dramatic pressure to read lines while searching for inflection or pronunciation.  Granted, I’m prone to performance anxiety.  Superfight has a more interactive tilt to the same level of inanity.  The game rewards creativity and is based on the one sacred gaming tenet – Be Nice or Leave.

Without a singular event like PAX it could’ve taken years for me to discover this innovative little card game.  As it is, I caught on in less than 2 years.  I couldn’t answer Jerry when he asked about my current favorite game.  Fortunately I was dead center of gamer heaven, so I had my pick.  That’s the true meaning of PAX.  It is the Metaverse.