The day I lost my passion for video gaming was like losing a part of myself—a hobby that had been a constant, a source of escapism, and pure joy. Or perhaps it didn’t die, but instead, it evolved. See, playing games with one hand after losing my arm was not just a physical challenge; it altered how I connected with something I loved. It became frustrating. Games I once dominated suddenly felt insurmountable. It was disheartening, especially with the looming excitement of GTA 6 on the horizon—a game I'd been looking forward to for years.But then, as life so often does, something unexpected happened. VR. Virtual reality became a revelation for me, a chance to reclaim my ability, or at least a version of it. In VR, I felt whole again. I could aim, shoot, and interact naturally, as though the barriers that had cropped up between me and gaming were suddenly erased.This opened an entirely new world. I devoured all the Resident Evil VR games. Each was a thrilling, heart-pounding experience, l...
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