I’ve been a gamer for almost 30 years, and in all that time – during the highs and the lows, the giddiness and the crushing depression, the drama bombs and rampant Benedryl abuse – not ONCE have I ever:

• Shot up a space station on Phobos to save earth from demons

• Fought my way out of a Nazi dungeon to infiltrate the SS Paranormal and Special Projects Divisions
• Driven a moon buggy through Sector Nine (home of the toughest thugs in the galaxy)
• Engaged in a rockin’ Tokyo-to turf war fought on jet-powered rollerblades
• Been a boy genius who built a spaceship out of soup cans and defended earth from the Vorticons while my babysitter slept
• Assumed the party escort submission position
• Car-jacked a motorist, driven into pedestrians for fun, killed a cop, then relaxed by beating a prostitute
• Rolled the planet up into a ball to be sent into space to replace stars accidentally destroyed by my megalomaniacal royal father
• Been chosen the greatest warrior of my realm and sent to battle other champions in a desperate bid to save my realm from Outworld
• Attempted to clear a minefield without blowing myself up
• Launched myself or my infuriated friends at a series of bizarre, rickety structures to get my kidnapped young back from some smug swine
• Squashed pedestrians for fun
• Played god
• Thought that perhaps I should move to another town to get away from the never-ending fog and nightmares
• Enjoyed Final Fantasy
• Wanted to become a theoretical physicist
• Gotten into archaeology
• Blown up a secret underground laboratory belonging to a pharmaceutical giant
• Left anyone 4 dead
• Contracted, spread, or cured the plague
• Zerg rushed

If I can do all these things and more on a daily basis for almost 30 years without a single real world fatality, how can you claim that video games are training us to kill?

Enough scapegoating.

Video games do not create killers.