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Gaming The Meta-Game

I have mixed feel­ings about meta-​gaming.

Some­times, it adds a lot to a game. Cer­tain games would be down­right bor­ing if you strictly played by the rules. Poker comes to mind with the idea of “play the player, not the cards.” Other times, though, it can break a game. Mafia comes to mind here — I’m sure every­one who has played that game has anec­dotes of out­side fac­tors unin­ten­tion­ally reveal­ing things and spoil­ing a round. I guess it comes down to the pac­ing and atmosphere.

But from a com­pet­i­tive or design per­spec­tive, meta-​gaming is nec­es­sary to fuel inter­est and pro­gres­sion. How do you design a game (and match­mak­ing for the game) to make it easy to pick up but impos­si­ble to set down? What makes a com­pet­i­tive game “fun”?

Sirlin’s (admit­ted “hard­core”) take on the issue is to cre­ate a hyper-​accurate match­mak­ing sys­tem where you are matched as closely as pos­si­ble to your skill-​peers and end up with a roughly 50 – 50 win-​loss record. He believes that the only sta­tis­tic that mat­ters is win-​less record, and any other stats can be gamed and thus dis­tort skill rat­ings, match­mak­ing results, and game out­come pre­dic­tions. His ideal sys­tem would be sim­i­lar to TrueSkill, which is based on Glicko, which in turn is based on Elo, the clas­sic chess rat­ing system.

An alter­na­tive sys­tem was cre­ated by Jeff Sagarin, who uses win mar­gins to bet­ter pre­dict future out­comes than the Elo sys­tem (and he applies it to col­lege and pro­fes­sional sports quite suc­cess­fully). In fact, there is cur­rently a com­pe­ti­tion to cre­ate the best chess ranking/​matchmaking/​predictive sys­tem, and Elo is not doing very well. (The dif­fer­ent teams’ method­olo­gies are not released, so I couldn’t tell you if the cur­rent win­ners are using win-​loss or points systems.)

Of course, like pointed out above, all stats can be gamed. Advan­taged play­ers can pur­posely hand­i­cap them­selves. Dis­ad­van­taged play­ers can try to force draws instead of risk­ing losses. I remem­ber when Son D would pur­posely sur­ren­der after absolutely crush­ing an oppo­nent to pur­posely keep a 0-​win record. (Even if I still do not under­stand his rea­son­ing for doing so.)

Tak­ing Val­i­da­tion The­ory into con­sid­er­a­tion, a “slip­pery slope” game will teach you the most (assum­ing accu­rate post-​mortem analy­sis) and give you the fastest skill pro­gres­sion. How­ever, slip­pery slope games are intim­i­dat­ing to new and more casual play­ers. I think the idea is to cre­ate a per­pet­ual come­back game where in-​game stats are con­sid­ered and used to give a slight boost to play­ers who are behind. How­ever, a strictly accu­rate match­mak­ing should be used in between games. This way, play­ers never feel that they are get­ting com­pletely crushed, and they can incre­men­tally grow by learn­ing from peo­ple who are close to them in skill level.

Any­way, end of geeky gam­ing ram­ble. Here’s a cool video for you:

The Sporting Life

Blah. I thought going to sleep early would mean more sleep and get­ting over my jet lag or just weird sleep­ing pat­tern. But no, I’m up early as ever. Although… it IS 9 some­thing in Min­nesota, so maybe I am get­ting bet­ter. What­ever. Here’s my Friday!

Woke up at 7:30. Noticed some­thing odd about Anh Bi. He always snores like crazy when he first falls asleep, but in the morn­ing, he’s whisper-​quiet. Maybe it’s the alco­hol snor­ing. Any­ways, tossed and turned for a while, and Chi Ba came down­stairs at 8:30 and asked me to go with her to pick up Chi Be, who was at her friend’s house. And appar­ently, her friend is new in town and not very good with direc­tions. He said he lived in St. Paul, but he actu­ally lived in Wood­bury, a sub­urb about thirty min­utes fur­ther out. And he said his neigh­bor­hood was about a mile from the high­way exit, but it was more like ten, so we not only had to go to Wood­bury, we had to go to the far cor­ner of Woodbury.

Any­way, after that, went back to Chi Ba’s to pick up Anh Bi, who had con­tin­ued sleep­ing the whole time, and we all went over to Di Hai’s house. Anh Bi and Chi Be went with their par­ents to visit their grandmother’s grave, and Chi Ba took Gio Linh and me down­town and to the mall. We went down­town because Chi Ba needed to pick her her wed­dign gift for Chi Hai. Well, she and a big group of Chi Hai’s friends didn’t want to get any­thing left on Chi Hai’s reg­istry, so they all decided to chip in and get Chi Hai and Nick a travel gift cer­tifi­cate for $1350, for a sec­ond hon­ey­moon any­where they wanted, since they couldn’t get their top choice for the first honeymoon.

At the mall, I was going to look for a wed­ding gift for Chi Hai, but that didn’t really hap­pen. (I was going to buy this for Chi Hai when I saw it back in Davis, but I felt it was kinda stu­pid since the large major­ity of the book was about wed­ding prep, and if I gave it to her as an actual wed­ding gift, about two-​thirds of the book would be use­less.) But yeah, at the mall, Chi Ba and Gio Linh kinda took over the itin­er­ary, since Chi Ba had to spend some store credit she had, and Gio Linh needed for­mal flip-​flops for the wed­ding. I got to hold their bags, though. Stopped by Ong Ba Ngoai’s place to say hi, since it was only a cou­ple of blocks from the mall, and Chi Ba hadn’t seen the new place yet.

Stopped by Chi Ba’s place to pick up her left­over spaghetti, and went to Di Hai’s house to heat it up. Fed all the cousins, and I jumped on the lap­top and posted before Dong Ha took it to work on a Pow­er­Point slideshow she would be show­ing at the recep­tion. I showed her how to add music and time it with the slides, and also tossed out a cou­ple of ideas for cre­ative cap­tion­ing of cer­tain pic­tures. Also worked for a bit on Di Hai’s com­puter and printed out some Viet song lyrics she wanted to have at the wedding.

Cau Minh came by and picked us up and took us to Cau Ba’s house, where most of the fam­ily already was. Oh, and the uncles from Florida were there. Chilled for a while and caught up with them over a cou­ple of beers. Had din­ner. Went down to the base­ment where all the cousins and the younger uncles were hav­ing an impromptu ping-​pong tour­ney. It was a lit­tel weird, actu­ally… they were play­ing dou­bles, but instead of split­ting the table left-​right like I’m used to, they played with a switch-​off rule. As in, after you hit, your part­ner has to hit. Makes for a lot more team­work. I love, though, how every time another uncle came down, he would go, “Watch out, the ping-​pong champion’s here now!” Actu­ally, quote comes from watch­ing the games -

No mercy!”

- Cau Nam, slam­ming the ball into his twelve-​year-​old son Duc Duy’s face.

So yeah, Cau Nam and Cau Luan dom­i­nated over Andy and Duc Duy. And then Tu Quynh, Cau Nam’s ten-​year-​old daugh­ter, wanted to play. And he slammed the ball at her, too.

After that, went up to the den, and helped my par­ents print out some more Viet song lyrics, and helped with some ran­dom wed­ding stuff that Chi Hai needed taken care of, like orga­niz­ing the name tags by table set­ting. Every­one started clear­ing out after that, so we stood around out on Cau Ba’s lawn and tried to decide what to do. Got tore up by the freak­ing nuclear mosquitos.

We ended up going back to Cau Dung’s house and drink­ing. Then we went out to Billy’s and drank. Then Cau Dung and Natalie had to go home, but the rest of us went to Mys­tic Lake, the local casino. It’s sup­posed to be a dry facil­ity, but my uncles brought stuff and we drank in the hotel room before they went down to play. I don’t like to gam­ble, so I just wan­dered around. Oh, and I called Peggy, but she was tired, so we didn’t talk that long. Watched my uncles make piles and piles of money at a black­jack table until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any­more. Went back to the hotel room and passed out to Conan O’Brien.

Television - The Drug of the Nation

Just heard this song on WOXY​.com. (The more I lis­ten to that sta­tion, the more I like it. And I just found out they have a “vin­tage” cast, too!) It’s really good. And very thought-​provoking.

It reminded me of this Calvin and Hobbes strip, too. Note that the open­ing gag is almost iden­ti­cal. This kinda stuff is why Calvin and Hobbes is my all-​time favorite Sun­day comic. As a kid, I just enjoyed all the adven­tures that those two had, and ignored all the big words. Com­ing back now, I pick up on a lot of stuff that com­pletely flew over my head as a kid, and I get to enjoy each strip twice as much.

But yeah, get­ting back on topic… I think I wasted a lot of my life in front of the TV. (Not that the com­puter is that much bet­ter.) I’m just sit­ting here imag­in­ing the pos­si­bil­i­ties if I had actu­ally gone out more and just inter­acted with real peo­ple more. Man… I was a stu­pid kid. And in a lot of ways, I still am…

And as for the larger mes­sage… TV *is* a hor­ri­ble influ­ence on “the masses.” Not to be a cyn­i­cal bas­tard, but every­thing on TV so biased. Everyone’s try­ing to sell you some­thing, whether the hottest new toy, an ice-​cold beer, or a polit­i­cal agenda.

TV teaches us that to be happy, we have to live as deca­dently as pos­si­ble, and that vio­lence is the way to get every­thing you want. Sure, the bad guys fire their lasers first (because bul­lets are bad, but kids can han­dle death from lasers just fine), but they always miss. And the hero doesn’t. And maybe he’ll be nice about it and only maim them or beat them into uncon­scious­ness instead of killing them.

TV teaches us that if we drink a cer­tain drink or chew a cer­tain gum, throngs of the oppo­site sex will chase us naked through the streets like the Macy’s Thanks­giv­ing Day parade.

TV teaches us that even drug-​abusing crim­i­nals can be elected into office, as long as you are rich enough to make your­self appear bet­ter than your oppo­nent in some small way. (Hav­ing a hot wife and/​or daugh­ter wins you big points. More points if she doesn’t wear bras. And if you have twin daugh­ters, you might as well write your accep­tance speech now.) Char­ac­ter assassination’s got­ten so bad, it’s not just can­di­date vs. can­di­date, or party vs. party. It’s cable net­work vs. cable net­work now. Who gets more eye­balls on their 247 stream of propan­ganda? And they don’t counter with facts, any­more, they have their legions of lawyer nin­jas attack with their attaché cases full of old scan­dals (which may or may not be true), friv­o­lous law­suits, and poi­son darts. And you can do what­ever you want once you’re in office, because TV doesn’t cover what you sign for the next two or four years, depending.

Just some­thing for you all to think about dur­ing those com­mer­cial breaks in between sum­mer re-​runs. (And I don’t mean to be preachy… I know I’ll prob­a­bly end up in front of the boob tube as well.)