Life Imagined As One Big RPG

Scoop Snookems writes "Will there be a day where we earn achievement points simply by brushing our teeth or high-fiving a friend? There could be, according to Carnegie Mellon professor Jesse Schell. In this video from the annual DICE summit, Schell comments on recent evolutions in gaming before fixating on a concept where our futures evolve into one big RPG. Fascinating stuff, and I hope writing this post nets me 10 points."

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Life like a video game

[Ethanol-fueled]

Ho hum. A non-article. Video games are close enough to reality*. Police Quest vs. being a real policeman, for example, where 80% of both is banal tedium like "show your badge" and "knock on door" and "fill paperwork". Or like working life vs. WoW - spend 90% of life performing mindless, repetitive acts to hoard enough money to buy stuff and have a little fun every now and then. Or Nightshade, possibly the first game to feature a "popularity meter" (karma?):

Higher popularity meant greater recognition by everyday denizens of Metro City and allowed Nightshade access to more areas.

And, of course it should work both ways. Eventually people cease to receive points for wiping their ass or washing their balls and begin to lose points for not doing either.

* With the exception of extra lives and respawning, of course.

Re:Life like a video game

[Nadaka]

... Things would be so much easier if I had a reputation meter for various people, particularly of the opposite sex, and also knew what to grind to improve that reputation...

Its called a clitoris.

Life is like an RPG

[CorporateSuit]

I do not need to knock on my neighbor's door. In fact, going inside, opening his cabinets, and taking whatever I want is expected.
I get experience points for beating up stray dogs.
I find treasure chests, unlocked and unopened, hidden away in all sorts of bushes and alleyways around my city. Some even contain armor!
I don't work out, I level up!
I only carry up to 255 pieces of any item.
If I receive something that appears to be worthless (like a Rusty Sword) I must carry it with me wherever I go, in case I find someone who can restore it to its former glory.
When I buy a shirt at the store, I attempt to sell them the one on my back in order to cut costs.