GiantBreadbug
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Here's what I wrote for my contribution to Nintendo Life and their memories post that will go live tomorrow. It's choppy and rambling but I can't really think straight right now.
The news of Iwata-san's passing affected me so suddenly and thoroughly that my reaction itself actually caught me off guard. I have never met Satoru Iwata in person; the only thing resembling an interaction we've ever had took the form of me smiling into my laptop screen as he smiled back from the stage of a Nintendo Direct. Yet, somehow, I felt as though a close friend had passed away. I had to think about it a lot, and as pretentious and silly as it may seem, cry a lot as well. But I think I finally understand why Iwata-san was so important to me (and many other Nintendo fans).
If we can pardon some overwrought philosophical speak: playing a video game is much more than a simple audio-visual experience. It evokes a complete emotional journey; memories that can't possibly be your own. The reason the best game makers are so passionate about what they do is because they want to share an experience with us as purely as possible. The experience of a video game is central to the existence of them as a medium. We play games to connect, whether or not that connection is explicit (such as an online connection), and we play them to experience the bliss of imagination that buzzes around in everyone's minds. When you experience a game which has been made on these principles, there is a moment of understanding. Suddenly, you "get" what the creator wanted so desperately to show you. And the experience becomes shared between you, other players, and the creator. We share the experience by talking with others who have played the game, whether they're strangers or close friends. We share by creating art and expanding the game's universe in your own way. We share by loving these games and allowing the visionaries behind them to reach out to us with more experiences.
This is why I have been so hurt. Satoru Iwata was a person who, even outside the context of games and entertainment, radiated a certain wisdom and peace. In making games, he placed the foundation of the core experience and connecting players to the game above all other factors that may compete for a developer's attention. He was, in my mind, the ultimate realization of what a game maker aspires to be: the mentor of our imaginations. He took so much pride and care in showing us all there was to see in not only the creative minds at Nintendo, but his own mind as well. Thinking back to night-long gaming sessions with my friends, it seems like my mind remembers Iwata-san being there. I remember him being there, or at least I remember feeling as though he were watching us play. Sometimes I feel like he was sitting there with us, holding a controller of his own. I could feel Iwata's presence through every game he worked on. This is what I mean by games being centered around connections. Now, when my friends gather in my home to play the latest Nintendo game, it won't feel quite the same. Someone will be missing from my cast of characters. And it will be the someone who is usually responsible for making these experiences possible.
Games are a very curious entertainment platform. One may ask what draws people to the colorful worlds and characters, and what makes people spend hours on end laughing and playing in a digital world. I can only answer for myself, but I know that video games, and especially Nintendo's games, have served as a supplementary connection-maker. Right now, I hold in the garden of my mind experiences, memories, and friendships that would literally not have grown or happened at all had it not been for these games. For me, games give me a tool to connect to other people, to share with them, to escape to a place of whimsy that makes mutual understanding so much easier and, well... fun. At the risk of sounding melodramatic, I have Satoru Iwata to thank for aspects of my personal life which define what I am as a person. When my mind wanders (and it often does), it tends to go to the world of Nintendo. I childishly daydream about fishing in my Animal Crossing village alongside my Pokemon team, and riding a Warp Star over Palutena's Temple. Always present in these daydreams, among others, is Satoru Iwata. After all, he's one of the people chiefly responsible for this world. But now I feel like he's been taken from us, and from the worlds he created.
I should bring my comments to a close, though I could go on for much too long. I'll finish by saying that, though Iwata-san wasn't the person who introduced me to games, or wasn't wholly responsible for my first forays into gaming, he was the person who made me realize what they were, and what potential they have as a medium. He is the person who taught me to love games for the experiences and friendships they enable. I would not be anything resembling the person I am right this moment if it weren't for the beautiful mind of Satoru Iwata. I owe him so very much. The love he poured into making these games will enrich and connect us for as long as we search for each other in the fantastical worlds of Nintendo.
"Games are supposed to be just one thing: fun. Fun for everyone!"