Videogames have been part of my life for as long as I can remember.
I have vague, distinct memories of my family opening this beauty when I was very young. And even some memories of playing it later after discovering the box in the basement. The console actually has more colors than the video display, which was only black and white. If I remember correctly, the shooting game was just a white block (or two!) bouncing around the screen and the other game was a version of pong (but you could play versions like handball or squash.) As the precursor for things to come, it was pretty fun.
Later, as we grew older, we got the grand-daddy of them all, the Atari 2600. Everyone wanted it and we had it. It was amazing. Suddenly, we were like Lisa & Bart when they got a pool. The game Combat came with the unit and we slowly and surely accumulated other games. Missile Command and Asteroids were two of my favorites. One the great things about having game cartridges (and paper books/comicbooks) is that kids, like prisoners, quickly learn to create their own systems of barter. Asteroids was worth two other games and I used that value like a cudgel. Sadly, you cannot trade apps.
My parents, ever trendy, were divorced in the 70s so my mother worked two jobs to support her three ungrateful children. (well, “ungrateful” at the time.. we’re grateful now.) And I don’t know how she managed it, but she came home one day with the greatest gift you could have given a kid in that decade.. the PacMan game. With two siblings, and tons of friends we swiftly learned to share and that the best players keep playing until defeated. Until we amended that rule so that even winners were capped at three games in a row.
Meanwhile, as all this gaming was going on, I was learning to program in the most basic way possible. My school (good ole I.S. 25!) suddenly had a computer room filled with the computery looking computers: the TRS-80! While my grades weren’t good enough to get me into a regular class, there was a wonderful teacher (whose name, decades later, eludes me) who came into school early to open the Computer Room and allowed us to fiddle around for an hour or two. I grabbed a book or two from the library and taught myself Basic. I even programmed a text-only role-playing game (multiple choice adventures!!) set in our school which I saved onto audio cassette. TAPE CASSETTE!! Oh, I wanted to be computer programmer so bad, but my math grades weren’t good enough and that was that. I like to think I would have been a game designer but that didn’t exist at that time.
Then, suddenly, it’s decades later (the early 90s) and I’m working in the computer industry and I still stink at math. But then I’m in Marketing so who cares? It’s the Amiga computer and it could have revolutionized the entire playing field but the no one really understood it… it really was ahead of its time. Astounding graphics and capabilities. You could add text to video, green screen, create 3D objects and more but at this time there just weren’t enough consumer+ level users to support it. It’s a damn shame. Even today there aren’t programs that matched some that I had back then… Hell, the Disney Animator Studio for the Amiga was amazing and there was something called FantaGraphics that allowed you to set a number of frames (like 1 -1000) and draw Frame 1 and then draw Frame 1000 and it would render the inbetween. It was amazing. Sigh. There are no more Amigas. The company I worked for in Champaign, IL had layoffs and I was gone. So, after hanging around down there for a bit I eventually moved up to Chicago for improv.
Improv so consumed my life that I didn’t really play videogames at home. I mean, I would occasionally go to place near Navy Pier and play BattleTech. I was pretty good too. You could play up to 10 people at a time and there was no story it was just kill or be killed in your giant robot. You could use the simple set up or for more control, use the complex set up where you had to use all 100 buttons and levers. That place was awesome. They went belly up but I think there are BattleTech pods at Dave & Busters now.
A few years ago, I bought a used XBOX 360 from a friend. They included a few games which I liked, but didn’t love. I didn’t really play it that much untilllllllll… Red Dead Redemption came out. It’s a western and you play as an ex-outlaw forced by the government to hunt down your old gang. It is one of the best westerns I have ever watched, much less played. It was amazing. While the game itself won several Best Of awards, it’s the online play that I find fascinating. You can freeroam the entire map of the world getting into random scrapes like a Man with No Name or you can engage in these 10 minute brawls with people from around the world. It’s the latter that appeals to me the most. I’ve been playing for so long and gotten so good that I have a “posse” of people I know online. We team up and beat the hell out of the n00bs in these showdowns. I treat these shootouts like I would in real life.. I don’t run around alot, I mostly hide behind a door or bar and pop up with a shot gun and murderize people. I don’t do it new re-spawn sites, but people get furious. It’s hilarious. I play usually once a day for at least 30 minutes. For the past three years. So, it’s been a while. After being away for month, my first game back was amazing. 30 kills, 1 death. I got this message:
which was nice because I usually get voice messages in high-pitched voices threatening to kill me in real and asking why I am such a bitch.
If you have an XBOX, let’s play! I’m “Jace1776” which most of the kids online pronounce as “Jace One Thousand Seven Seven Six.”
And now you’re up to date on my video game history.
Now what should I get? The XBOX One or the Playstation 4? I have no idea.
The one electronic game that I really wanted when I was kid that I never got was 2XL the Talking (Quizzing!) Robot. When I Googled it, it turns out it was a fancy 8track player. Oh well.