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Current mood:  excited Category: Games
I was part of the Atari generation. I remember waking up early to sit in the den next to my parents' bedroom and using that joystick (yes, boys and girls, the phallic object with a single orange button on it) to maneuver Pac-Man through a maze of dots, just hoping to catch that blue ghost before chasing the bouncing fruit.
After that went the way of the dodo, I remember getting the Nintendo Entertainment System, complete with robot and light-gun. I played Duck Hunt for hours, Hogan's Alley for hours, and Gyromite (when I figured out how to work the damn robot). That system continued to enthrall me for years to come until I bought a Sega Genesis from a friend in high-school.
I rocked that console well into college. Hell, who could beat Mortal Kombat? It was on the Genesis that I first discovered the joy of Madden football. I mean, really... from the times of 10-Yard Fight on the NES, it was no comparison.
In the meantime, I got the Sony Playstation, the Nintendo 64, the Nintendo Gamecube, the Sony Playstation2, and the awesome Sega Saturn. Yes, I owned them all, skipping the Dreamcast and the SuperNES only. Eventually, after the price drop, I got the Sony XBox.
All fantastic machines, all with fantastic games (my favorite? It has to be Virtua Fighter 2 for the Saturn. I whipped EVERYONE'S ass with Wolf in that game). Currently, here at the cusp of 32, I have a PS2 and an XBox (and a Gamecube... somewhere... I have no idea where that is hiding though), and I find myself completely apathetic towards them any longer. This is the first season that I can remember where I haven't rushed out to get Madden. This is the first stretch that I haven't even opened that cabinet to plug in a controller.
So, am I growing up? Or, have I just grown bored with the gaming? I used to absolutely love coming home from a long, hard day at work, popping in Grand Theft Auto III on the PS2, and blowing people away in the many-layered virtual world. I don't miss it, either. I mean, if I'm around some friends who are talking too much smack about their Madden skills, chances are I'll sit down, grab a controller, and school the hell out of them; I mean, I have my pride. Now, however, I choose not to even bother.
God... what has happened to me?!
3:54 PM
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