Once upon a time there was this magical place in history. People called it “the Eighties.” What made it magical you ask? Colors were bright, hair was big, and games were 8-bit.
At the time, I didn’t know that I was living in what would become the golden age of videogames. I don’t think any of us knew, it just sort of happened around us. Here’s a trip back to that plaid couch in my basement; stomping on Goomba’s, drawing out maps, and eating pizza rolls all while listening to the wonderful bleeps and bloops of chiptune music.
It was a simpler time.
I know I risk sounding like the old codger here who “gamed uphill both ways barefoot in 5 feet of snow,” but I still think simple, linear games on the Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) were superior. You had a clear purpose (that generally involved running from left to right), and limited attempts to accomplish that purpose. The message that the games were sending was clear. Either adapt and improve, or die trying. No fluff, just your skill, two buttons, and a D-pad. Which brings me to my next point…