Let me tell you about a time, one long before many of you were born. A simpler time. A time when you would spend half-an-hour trying to load a game from a cassette tape onto your VIC 20 before being unceremoniously dumped to a crash screen. It was a time when your mom would berate you for "playing the Atari" while everyone else in the house was trying to sleep. A time when you and your urchin friends would monopolize the only Vectrex machine in the Sears toy department until a balding, red-faced security guard with anger issues threw the whole mob of you out of the store. Those were good times. And I miss them.
Enjoy your PS4s, your Xbox Ones, your Oculus Rifts, your Twitter feuds, your freemium Kardashian games and your sexting apps. I'm sure everything is as amazing and wonderful to you now as the ColecoVision and Apple II seemed to me then. Because they are wonderful and they are amazing. But one day everything you now love about video games will be considered quaint or even primitive. But you will remember them differently. You will remember them as little boxes of pure magic.
And you will try and tell your children, your nieces and your nephews about your adventures playing Halo and your amazing skills at Call of Duty. But they will just roll up their eyes and go back to playing inside their personal holodecks or surfing the internet with their government-mandated cyborg implants. And then you will be the old person posting on some message board one sleepless night, boring other people with talk of the good old days.
Enjoy your PS4s, your Xbox Ones, your Oculus Rifts, your Twitter feuds, your freemium Kardashian games and your sexting apps. I'm sure everything is as amazing and wonderful to you now as the ColecoVision and Apple II seemed to me then. Because they are wonderful and they are amazing. But one day everything you now love about video games will be considered quaint or even primitive. But you will remember them differently. You will remember them as little boxes of pure magic.
And you will try and tell your children, your nieces and your nephews about your adventures playing Halo and your amazing skills at Call of Duty. But they will just roll up their eyes and go back to playing inside their personal holodecks or surfing the internet with their government-mandated cyborg implants. And then you will be the old person posting on some message board one sleepless night, boring other people with talk of the good old days.