As a 30-something year old hardcore gamer who has been gaming since before I could read properly, allow me to explain what that has meant for me. I have lived a thousand different lives at least a dozen times each, all from the comfort of my favorite chair. I have stormed Utah beach in WW2. I have climbed the ladders as I assault medieval castles. I have made first contact with aliens dozens of times in at least a dozen different ways, some peaceful, some not so. I have faced the trolley problem dozens of times and come to understand that sometimes there is no correct answer and you are simply left to pick from two evils. Often in these moments I have barely more than a few seconds to analyze the boons and hindrances of each choice and make a decision in time to make a difference. I have watched companions who I met in the first 10 minutes of the game betray me so horribly I felt emotion in real life near the end of the game. I have been made to choose between evil and good dozens of times. I have been given the choice to kill innocents and take their belongings. I have been given the choice to help others at the cost of my own extremely valuable resources. I have formed teams with real life people I just met moments earlier and found ways to synergize well with them within moments, allowing us to successfully outperform the other team of real life people. I have spoken to robots who were more eloquent and graceful with their words than I am. I have played as one of those sentient robots in a world where he was trying to fight for robot rights. I have killed giant man-eating dragons in Skyrim. I have trekked across the nuclear fallout wasteland fighting super-mutants in Fallout. I have flown fighter jets and taken off from aircraft carriers to intercept enemy fighters to protect my country's last bastion of protected territory. I have felt real world sadness and remorse for decisions I have made in games, even when I knew those decisions didn't really affect anyone in real life. I have plowed virtual fields to feed the growing population of my colony, failure to complete these fields in time would result in some of the population dying off and morale and emotional penalties for my other colonists for losing one of the group. I have been forced to choose between moral high-ground and efficient operation, such as adding small amounts of sawdust to the communal soup to make the struggling colony's food stores last a tiny bit longer than normal. I have watched my colonies be attacked by bandits or wild animals dozens of times, sometimes killing, eating, and/or kidnapping one or more of my colonists and occasionally leaving my colony too damaged to continue producing enough food for the remaining people, forcing me to abandon my colony and start over. I have been the one to stay behind to make sure the plan still achieves its goal even at the cost of my own life. I have clashed magic swords with gods, laser swords with aliens and robots, water/fire/ice swords with the claws of magical beasts, and even used a giant key as a blunt magical weapon against creatures of shadow. I have fired muskets, rifles, bows, missiles, artillery, handguns, rocket launchers, laser guns and even some fictional weapons that would be difficult to describe without a visual aid. I have broken off the horn of a minotaur with my bare hands and used that horn to impale his skull through his eye. I have won championship games of multiple different sports. I have watched my entire squad die in front of me. I have built shelters out of nothing but sticks, vines, and leaves. And remember, this is all from the comfort of my favorite chair. So please, next time you speak to a hardcore gamer and want to say "go outside and live a little," please think a little harder about what you are about to say.