Twenty years of PC gaming is the longest I’ve ever lived. At this point, I can’t wait to look back on my childhood, which was very long, but also long.
It’s Saturday, the fridge is empty, so I have to do the shopping again. Even though I have an uninspired shopping list, I wander unmotivated to the nearest supermarket in my lightest clothes and buy only the right items for you. I walk through the candy aisle and get special offers. My metabolism needs to be able to balance the large amounts of sugar I ate when I was nine. Even though I feel like walking out of the store again, I can’t resist a swerve with the heavy noise. I see this book has an opportunistic look at my heart. As soon as I look at magazine racks, I notice how my simple knitted brain releases dopamine. After women’s magazines and meaningless TV, I move on to gaming magazines. The selection has decreased drastically in recent years, but I only compose a few specimens.
I still can’t grasp this and go home empty-handed. Of course, I receive articles and magazines from my work or write them myself. The most valuable experience I hope to drag on the magazine shelf goes so far.
Also interesting: 30 years of history of the first article PC gaming magazine.
Put on what you can get.
My last experience was not as much as I was a kid. See in video game magazines, the best demos available and full versions of what I saw it was. Without real money to earn his own, and without the argumentative skills of a teenager who keeps his parents’ deception a secret, until he finds what he wants, there were plenty of options.
A magazine has always let its own owner out of the ribs of its parents. The question of weekly shopping when I was young was always a new question. What are the best magazines with the best CD-ROM?
I can’t say how many games I’ve tried without having full versions. But what I do know is that I got everything from the demos. Every corner was scrutinized down to the last speck of dust.
Even today, almost twenty years later, I have a detailed scene in mind. I want to unbox the game-related titles again, but I forgot the game names for the stages a long time ago. No wonder they come from a time when the same age as yours was still in single digits. And as far as I can remember the names, the supposed masterpieces don’t seem to be on any gaming charts, and in my professional opinion, they were most definitely genre defining.
To this is added the distorted memory of these which were to be quasi-photorealistic games. If, in the unlikely event that I put games back on the road, I would definitely be disappointed.
Unfortunately, most of the CD-ROMs of the time were victims of relocations, but the parents would have made the unfortunate decision not to need them. Thus, we really have nothing left of the collection.
After my cold dead hands helped me.
Today I call my few records unique. I can’t make some magazines a worn paper cover. The fact that the full version is Rollercoaster Tycoon is surprisingly easy to recognize.
Rollercoaster was a cool game in my day. If I remember correctly, I was playing good art on the park grounds. How far I got the roller coaster gondola, before it hit the ground and burst into flames, certainly didn’t help my parents classify video games as non-violent entertainment.
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