Confessions On Modern Gaming As It Passes Me By
In which I admit that sometime between Atari 2600 and PlayStation 2 or 3 gaming has passed me by, and that’s ok.
“Over the centuries” quipped Terry Pratchett, “mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil… prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon…”
Hey, I understood that reference! I played me a bunch of Doom, along with its spiritual, developer, and blocky first-person cousin Wolfenstein 3D. The late-80s through mid-90s was a magical time for video gaming, as PCs evolved enough to vastly expand past what the consoles and arcades could manage. What more could a teenage boy want than blasting early 3D graphics demons and/or pixelated Nazis while listening to the latest Metallica cd and trying to avoid actual responsibility.
And I was good with it.
But that was 30 years and seven Metallica albums ago. Eight if you count Lulu where the biggest metal band ever played overdriven yacht rock while Lou Reed did bad poetry as far off time as possible. Which you shouldn’t. We all agreed that didn’t actually happen.
Anywho…
