He paused then snickered. “That was a fun game. Did you mention the singing poop?”
“Yes,” I stated. “Yes I did.”
And dinner continued without incident.
Of all my past consoles, it is the Nintendo 64 upon which I look most fondly. It had so many great games, from my most favorite Mario game of all time, Paper Mario, to my most favorite Zelda game ever, The Ocarina of Time. The N64 came out in the 1990s when several other new consoles, the Playstation, the 3DO, and the Saturn, were also released. It was a time of competition and experimentation for game companies; so while many tried and true games were put out, so to were lots of odd and unusual games, and I’d place Conker’s Bad Fur Day smack dab in the middle of odd and unusual.
We are a Gamefly household. While we don’t play a tremendous number of games each year, this has been a great investment, especially since has allowed us to try out games before buying them outright. So what package of happiness came in the mail this week? Assassin’s Creed Revelations. My fiancé called dibs, so I won’t be playing it anytime soon. But that’s okay, as I’m still enjoying the crap out of Arkham City. It’s also okay because I’m still holding a teensy weensy grudge against the original Assassin’s Creed.
Before moving on, I want to go on record saying that Assassin’s Creed is one of the most fantastic game series produced in recent times. I highly recommend the games even though I’ve only played (most of) the first one. Based on what I’ve read about other people’s experiences with the game, my results are not typical and are probably due to the fact that my gameplay abilities are usually akin to a bull in a china shop. Unless that bull was actually there for registry purposes, in which case my analogy makes no sense.
Whilst waxing nostalgic on a recent crisp and beautiful fall day, I listed all the video games I could remember playing. It was a long list, long enough that I moved to a spreadsheet in order to enter them each according to individual consoles. It was a really interesting exercise in memory. The first games entered were the ones I had played most recently, then I entered a big chunk of Mario games, and then a bunch of Atari games, and then some more games, and then a few more. And then I came to the final column – computer games. Hm. This was most perplexing. See, I don’t do online gaming, console or computer; but there was a time, in the ancient heydays before the internet, when I did play games on a computer. Yet, not a one came to mind. And then, yes…wait, ok, there was Doom and Doom 2 (we’ll save those for a later discussion). And next…? Well damn. Give me a sec. ~~~~~~~~ There were cassettes, 5.25 discs, 3.5 discs….yessssss………Brain on!
I am a 100% believer in video game addiction. I mean, just look at the hours/weeks/years people, honest, hardworking people (and some not so much) put into World of Warcraft and other video games. We’ve read stories about how games like WoW can take over people’s lives. The same is certainly true of many other games. Final Fantasy, Call of Duty, White Knight Chronicles, Metal Gear Solid, Super Mario Galaxy, and the like all offer pretty immersive gameplay that, let’s face it, can be much more fun than playing real life. A great game can be a joy, an escape. When played to the extreme, a great game can also destroy relationships, home lives, and careers. Now, I get that some may see video gaming as a kids or teens only activity, and that it’s okay if they whittle their lives away on gaming because they have so much time left on this earth to do good. (It was kinda hard to not type that sarcastically.) But you and I both know that most hardcore gamers are not teens, but people with enough competency to find and keep employment in the real world. Yet, for any number of reasons, they would rather spend days plundering virtual worlds alone or with their guilds, bringing down electronic armies of terrorists, exploring decent facsimiles of the known and unknown universes all from the comfort of their homes. Some days, that’s all I want too. Some days….not all days, but, yes, some.
I recently caught bit of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom that was on TV — that part with the Thugee ceremony and the heart removal — and, as proof of how engrained video games have become in my mind, the first thought the popped into my head was, “Mola Ram was sure cute as a Lego character! What with his cute horned hat and non-threatening wardrobe! Teehee!”
Ok, I went a little too far with the cute stuff there. But really, does this guy look like he could tear your heart out and sacrifice you to Kali?
Anywaaaay….when I had a Nintendo DS, I was all about the Lego games; well, most of them. I was actually introduced to them via Lego Star Wars on a console. By the time I got to the Lego Indiana Jones series, I had played through and loved , loved, loved the Lego Star Wars games. The Indy Lego games were incredibly fun and, like the Lego Star Wars games, they injected humorous–yes even cute– cinematics between game play.
As I mentioned before, back in the day, I don’t really remember who decided what games to buy for our house. But somehow Xevious, the classic Namco game, made its way to our house sometime in the mid 1980s. Xevious was a top-down scroller. You controlled an aircraft that moved vertically up the screen and your goal was to hit targets on the ground below, as well as destroy flying crafts. The layout was pretty simple, green fields and yellow paths dotted serenely with gray, polygonal buildings. Your ship, a small, triangular entity, hovering above, a small target symbol hovering also to help when dropping and shooting little rabbit pellets of death and destruction.
Thinking back on the video games I’ve played, I realize that “hate” is a pretty rare and strong word in my gaming vocabulary. I’ve played bad games, uninteresting games, and great games that just didn’t appeal to me. But to say I actually hate a game, well…that’s really saying something.
This brings me to the next page in the scrapbook, The Adventures of Cookie & Cream. Hate does not even begin to describe the feeling that makes my blood boil as I reconsider this wretched, horrible game that nearly destroyed the greatest relationship ever in the history of all humankind: that of me and my fiancé (then boyfriend), of course.
Before writing this post I thought “should I really start with my favorite game? One that makes many other games pale in comparison?” Hell yes, I decided, because sometimes ya just gotta have dessert first.
So, it’s been said before and I’ll say it again. Best. Game. Ever.
Super Metroid, released by Nintendo in 1994, has all the elements that make up the greatest of great games: story, action, intensity, the chance for exploration, the discovery of new abilities, and replayability to the nth degree.