"It doesn't matter if you're playing video games, classic board games, or even more classic parlor games. The act of gaming can bring out the absolute worst in people. It's as if games naturally surface our own inner Niccolò Machiavelli, eager to surreptitiously cut our grandmas off at the knees so long as it means we can walk away with bragging rights as "the winner." Battle lines are drawn on family game nights, forcing you to outwit and outlast adversarial loved ones, even if you're only playing Wii Tennis. There may be no blood loss, but that doesn't mean hearts aren't ripped out of their chest and gnawed on by the very same people who also send you cheesy family newsletters every year.
That's why, for those of us who yawn at the contention and rivalry that games breed, we can see that fierce competition for what it is so clearly is: the stuff that horror is made of."
