Well, we asked and you answered - literally in your dozen (or so)! If you'd like to feature in a future Mr T's Gaming Problem Page, please send your dilemmas to firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll pass them on to the TV toughie for his response.
For now, here's a selection from our initial batch of readers' woes. Mr T will return later this week.
Hello Mr T,
Please help. I recently became worried that people were sneaking into my house at night and rearranging all of the games on my shelf. I went online to look for a GamerGate to secure my beloved shiny discs and asked for help. Now I seem to be getting bombarded by messages from misogynistic 14 year-olds with serious personality issues. What do I do?
Dear Mr T,
I suffer from terrible motion sickness and headaches when playing some games. Is there anything I can do to stop this? Thanks in advance.
David, England (UK, Europe)
Dear Mr T,
I have a child now, and I can't find any time to play video games. I have tried getting her to join in, pah! She seems to be content playing with a doll house, pretending to feed her bunny, and pouring Duplo out of the box.
How can I rescue this situation?
With the advent of these multi choice games, each that seems to lead to a different (albeit minor) ending. As I feel I haven’t completed a game unless I’ve seen every pixel a game has to offer (yes the Vectrex was a pain). As a result I have approximately 15.6x10 11 gamesaves of Fallout New Vagas and the like at crucial decision making points. How best to keep track of all of these forks in the narrative road? Thanks.
Dear Mr T,
My old man’s a dustman. He wears a dustman’s hat. But recently he became addicted to Resident Evil and his obsession is driving my old mum barmy. As soon as he gets in from his rounds he’s sat on the sofa despatching the hoards of the undead, he doesn’t even take the time to remove his hobnail boots.
Now, my old mum likes to see the evil undead beaten to a bloody pulp as much as the next person, but she doesn’t actually like to see the evil undead beaten to a bloody pulp. Last week she was left so out of sorts by the the continual sounds of moans, groans and gunshots that she very nearly burnt a hole in my old man’s cor-blimey trousers with the iron.
Without the proper uniform he may lose his job, leaving them without the ability to pay the rent on their council flat. Please come to the aid of one of society’s unsung heroes. Help me, Mr T. You're my only hope.
Ronseal Prinze Jr III
"Regardless, if your father GETS sloppy in the FINAL days of his JOB and DOESN'T BOTHER putting Mr T's bins back ONTO THE drive, and just leaves THEM on the pavement where anyone CAN tamper with them, Mr T will become ENRAGED and upset and LAY IN wait for the next bin COLLECTION. He will leave traps AROUND the bins AND go about the RUBBISH TRUCK with a claw-headed HAMMER. He will SMASH and bash the wheels and SIDES and WINGMIRRORS. 'NO!!!' he will shout. 'NO!!! I WILL NOT LET YOU TREAT MY BINS IN SUCH A FASHION!!! YOU WILL RESPECT THEM! YOU WILL RESPECT MY BINS!!'."
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