Monday, October 19, 2009

Revenge of the Newb

Many stories begin with "once upon a time." My story begins with a power switch and a start button.

When I was much younger, I was an avid video game player. If I wasn't watching cartoons, I was playing Super Mario World, The Lion King, Mario Kart, or one of the few other games that we had for the Super Nintendo. I didn't realize what a geek was back then, I didn't know that there were sects of geeks separated by interests or gender. I was just a little girl who liked her video games.

I would be envious of my family members who owned a Sega Genesis, and I would play the demo pack or Sonic the Hedgehog whenever the Sega made an appearance. Years later, I received a Playstation for my 12th or 13th birthday. And while I couldn't afford a lot of video games, I played what I could every second that I could. And other members in my family got to enjoy the benefits of the Playstation as well. Let me tell you, there's no memory that more endearing to me than watching my father play the Top Gun video game from the hallway. It was awesome and then some.

There was just one itsy bitsy issue with the video game playing. You see, I got a little bit... what's a good word for this? Oh yes, "angry." I was just a step below my older sister, who was grounded for throwing the Super Nintendo controller sharply onto the floor when she did not win a game. I would never do that, but I did get extremely frustrated. When school became more intense in terms of work, that frustration level also increased. And then one day, my beloved Super Nintendo died. After that, I just stopped playing video games. From afar, I watched the evolution of game systems and the graphics within the game. Nintendo 64's, Playstation 2's and 3's, X-Boxes, Wiis, internet MMOs. Nevertheless, with one lone exception, I didn't touch a game controller, I didn't yell at the player to jump or run away, I didn't do a thing except watch.

Ten years have passed since I last picked up a controller. And I have no doubt in my mind that I not only did I miss out on a lot in terms of learning new techniques, but my own 1990's knowledge of gaming has devolved as well. No matter. I am determined to make up for lost time and pick up the old habit again. Who knows? Maybe I'll transition into a gaming geek after all... it'll just require me to watch my character die multiple times before I reach that point.

Thus begins my quest as a non-gamer into the realm of the gaming geek.


Sue said...

Oh, I'm right there with you. It was Atari and NES for me for years, and another "ditto" on the "angry". And then other stuff got in the way, and I wasn't gaming at all until about 2 years ago. I got myself a PS2, and I still can't beat games that are rated for 12 year olds. But I'm getting there...

moyer777 said...

I had an Atari 2600, then a Sega Genesis. Played Star Trek TNG and called the hotline for tips. :) After Amy and I had kids, they played all the new gaming systems. I try, but haven't had the time to learn things the way I should. I do enjoy playing Godzilla and the Xbox- of course I have no idea what I'm doing. I just push the buttons and watch my monster of choice do cool things. I do need to figure this out.