Noah and I were discussing what today’s comic was going to be about earlier this week. I tend to overwrite these things, so I tossed a couple of ideas his way. Nothing was working, though, and it seemed all hope was lost.

And then hope walked out the door and sat down for a smoke.

This dude whom we work with, who had never identified himself as any sort of gamer to either of us, overheard our conversation. Suddenly he’s offering his thoughts on Final Fantasy XIII, MMOs in general, Dante’s Inferno, God of War, etc. When his cigarette was finished he tossed it into the butt can and sauntered back into the office.

“I never knew he was a gamer.”
“Me neither.”
“I think he just came out of the gamer closet.”

Which prompted us to realize that, yes, many gamer’s do have a closet at work. In this wonderful age of acceptance, admitting you’re a gamer to the higher ups is tantamount to telling them you, alone, like to play with your kid’s toys.

Which is why Heavy Rain is so goddamn important.