A few years ago when the game was played, it was the kind of snowy night in my area when the snow is light and it somehow feels warmer than it really is. I walked a few miles to the CBD including through a large urban park and ended up in a scenic and open part near some natural features. I did not encounter a single soul on this silent, beautiful night in the course of several hours of walking - an impossibility on any other night of the year.
As I returned to my apartment along a long, straight road in a residential neighborhood, I suddenly saw dozens of doors opening at the same time followed by people pouring out into the street. With the falling snow, it was a surreal effect, like something out of a music video or fantasy montage. It was really like I inhabited a different reality from the gamewatchers. I couldn't help compare the beautiful and refreshing experience of my pleasant walk which yielded a lifelong memory to that of everyone else who spent 4+ hours getting riled up over an entirely meaningless event most of them will never think about again while subjecting themselves to a barrage of social engineering and militaristic propaganda.
I've never felt better about my 15+ year policy of avoiding the dumb game and like @Pointy Elbows, going as long as I can without learning the result.
