By SomethingClever 12 Comments
I've been playing video games pretty much since I was born (1981 for what it's worth). From Atari on through the current consoles. I've either had or had access to basically all the gaming platforms over the years and I don't see my interest in games waining, just shifting maybe. I used to play games for the challenge of them, the "F you Castlequest! I lost your map but I still just beat you!" thing but now I'm more interested in the story. A bunch of games I've played boil down to little more than movies that I have mild interaction with. In some cases I indeed probably would just purchase the video of a game, say if they put out Alan Wake as a CG film or something.
I found myself missing the joy I used to get from simple games that somehow gripped me deeply. Pac-man or Tetris come to mind. Anymore I don't know that I have that joy left in me. Those things I once cherished are relegated to something I do when I've run out of all other entertainment and that is a shame. I tried to go back and relive my childhood and it sort of turned out like Game Room, a total disaster and a sad mess.