I remember played Resident Evil 2 on the N64 and not really knowing or understanding that games existed to scare you, and damn near shitting my pants over those stupid dogs in the window. I think I screamed and threw the controller down?
I also have a great memory of watching my dad run through Ocarina of Time. He got stuck on the second to last boss, where you have to shoot arrows at Ganon while he stands in a pillar or something. Anyway, I borrowed a friend at school's Prima Guide and figured out how to beat him, and he came home to me just getting Ganon into his monster form, freaked out, and cheered me on while I finished the game. To celebrate, we went out and immediately bought Majora's Mask and got pizza.
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BeastehTHAT WOULD NOTKILL DRACULARegistered Userregular
i wish my dad hadn't always viewed games as Evil Things that Stunt Your Growth
For a little while my family had like three or four old-ass laptops hooked up to a network with our main slightly less ass computer; one needed a separate keyboard, one needed a separate monitor, one wasn't missing any particular parts so that was the one we had propped up on a milk crate next to my brother's bed in the tiny room we shared. We played Doom and Duke Nukem 3d on that LAN, me, my older brother, my little sister, and our parents. Good times.
My mother never quite got the hang of moving and aiming as two separate tasks, but I did get a LAN game of Doom 3 set up for us when it came out for old times' sake.
I think my first game was either Donkey Kong or Zaxxon on a ColecoVision (which had to have won some sort of award for terrible controller design) that I won at an elementary school fun night or some such. Games were kind of a pain to find so it was just a lot of those two. The day I found the Atari 2600 adapter was like a revelation.
An on the subject of aging, I'm thinking I may not let my hair grow all the way back to it's full jew-fro length, because the hair on top of my head is starting to get thinner. Combine that with the bike helmet I wear to work most days and I end up with hair relatively flat on top and hella puffy on the sides and I look like a clown.
We had a good run, giant hideous white guy fro, we had a good run.
I never actually beat Link's Awakening but it set me up early as a Zelda dude for life
When I beat Link's Awakening, I was very sad.
So I stole my brother's copy of Metroid II.
Then I was staggeringly angry.
one fucking goddamn metroid left where the shit is that little bastard jesus I've seen this same goddamn vertical shaft 30 times where the fuck is that little fuck I swear to god
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I've kept my hair buzzed for the past 7 years until earlier this year. Only to find out my hair is thinning and receding. Something I just didn't notice when I kept it buzzed.
I've always had crippling hangovers after I drink. I've recently realized that is what has kept me from being an abusive alcoholic like my father and his father before him. I used to get frustrated at the severity of my hangovers. Now, I am thankful.
I used to tell myself that I would never join the military. But when I was 20 and feeling a bit lost I joined the Navy on a whim and became a submariner.
When I was going through sub school after basic, I decided to call my grandmother. After I told her I was up in Groton, CT going to sub school, she mentioned that my father and uncles were born there. That kinda took me by surprise, realizing that I never before knew where my dad was born.
So I asked her what they were doing in CT, talking about how Groton is such a boring town, etc.
Turns out my grandfather was a submariner.
I had no idea. And that's how I blindly stumbled into my grandfathers foot steps.
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TrippyJingMoses supposes his toeses are roses.But Moses supposes erroneously.Registered Userregular
My dad's method of keeping me from playing my Game Boy too much: putting it on a high shelf where I couldn't reach it.
First game I recall playing was River Raid for the Atari 2600.
I feel like I'm going in reverse. When I was a child, I had seemingly infinite patience. I took myself really seriously, and I don't just mean during angsty teenage years. I flat refused to ever try dancing, for instance. Everything I did was "by the book" -- didn't have alcohol until 21, no sex or drugs as a teen. I hated going out, especially to bars or clubs, and complained throughout the 90s (roughly my teenage decade) that all of today's music sucked.
Now that I've hit my third decade, I've all but developed ADHD. Drinking and dancing are great fun, even though I'm still figuring out the most basics of the latter, and going out is terrific. I take myself much less seriously and avoid unnecessary acquisition of responsibility (including remaining childless). I'm going through a lot of basic self-discovery and social ability acquisition that you're typically supposed to do in your teenage years, only at roughly twice the expected age. I drive as fast as I think I can get away with (where I used to stick tightly to the speed limit). I listen to brand new music (which, honestly, is a lot better than 90s music anyway).
Growing up is a trap. It's never too late for childhood.
Still hate kids though. That's staying a constant.
Also pretty sure I'll never be much of anything like my parents. Not the least bit sad about this.
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the first game I owned was Sonic 2 that game with the Genesis my uncle bought me. that was the only console and game I owned until my dad picked up a Saturn at a garage sale in '99. it had Daytona, I think.
So it seems that in my family the likelyhood of suffering panic attacks increases with age. And here I was thinking that the only thing my mom lacked was will power. Then after my first several panic attacks landed me in the emergency room I found out that not only my mother suffered from them but so did my uncles, my grandfather and great grandmother. Now I've been on Paxil for 2 years and much more stable now, but no longer will I assume that people on drugs are somehow "weak."
Ohhhh the foolishness of youth... (EDIT: Of course my grandfather and great grandmother medicated themselves with alcohol, so luckily modern medicine will help save me from ruining my liver.)
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"Simple, real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time." -Mustrum Ridcully in Terry Pratchett's Hogfather p. 142 (HarperPrism 1996)
The weirdest part about getting older is watching your parents turn into old people (if you're lucky enough to have them around anyway). Which probably sounds kind of "duh," but when you don't see them regularly, then one day they show up and Dad somehow turned into an old man. That's... I don't know. Weird.
I never actually beat Link's Awakening but it set me up early as a Zelda dude for life
When I beat Link's Awakening, I was very sad.
So I stole my brother's copy of Metroid II.
Then I was staggeringly angry.
one fucking goddamn metroid left where the shit is that little bastard jesus I've seen this same goddamn vertical shaft 30 times where the fuck is that little fuck I swear to god
I beat that without help or advice when I was like twelve
I went and played it again a few months ago and I am shocked that I had the patience to memorize the whole game
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Not gonna lie, I'm enjoying growing older. I don't understand kids today. Teenagers are at best disgusting and at worst frightening. I look Hell of good in a cardigan with my greying beard.
Finally, I'm who I was meant to be.
Fuck off and die.
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BeastehTHAT WOULD NOTKILL DRACULARegistered Userregular
The weirdest part about getting older is watching your parents turn into old people (if you're lucky enough to have them around anyway). Which probably sounds kind of "duh," but when you don't see them regularly, then one day they show up and Dad somehow turned into an old man. That's... I don't know. Weird.
my dad is ever so slowly morphing into an old man and it is terrifying
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I don't know what the first game I ever played was. Something on the Amiga 500.
There is one game I must have played when I was 3 or 4 which I have been trying to find again for years, just to remember what it was called. I can't remember it well enough to describe it, but I reckon I'd recognise if I saw screenshots of it.
I remember I used to load it up and just leave it on the menu because I loved the title music, and my mum would get really irritated and shout at me to turn it off.
As I age I am determined not to lose the ability to see the world the way I did when I was a teenager and child. Teens especially catch a ton of shit for doing stuff that the same people did when they were teens. I do not want to be that person.
First game was Sonic on the Genesis. My brother was two or three and did not realize that the controller he was holding was not plugged in.
My grandfather bought me my first console, the N64. He took me to a place in Chinatown that he'd been to before that sold cheap electronics, and they had a bunch of Nintendo stuff in stock.
So little 5 year old Gatsby was giddy and bouncing around, hugging my grandfather's legs every five seconds. And then came time to choose the game to come with the console. He talked with the clerk and held out three options to me: Yoshi's Island, Snowboard Kids, and Diddy Kong Racing. Being a dumb kid I couldn't pick! I barely knew how to say stuff! Also even at such an early age my family had kinda instilled this idea of being thankful and residual guilt over big presents. So I couldn't decide and told him so.
He just nodded, said something to the clerk in Cantonese, haggled for about 5 minutes, and then they handed my mum a huge plastic bag bulging at the seams. My mum was chiding my grandfather over something as we left the store and he just kept smiling and ruffling my hair.
Then when I got home I found out he had bought not only the console and a single game, but all three and an extra controller.
I still have that thing and those games and those controllers. I don't think I'll ever throw them out.
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One day she will grow up I'd like to think. But not today!!
I am pretty sure we had Elite for the Micro, and some zelda/RPG type thing on the Master System, along with Sonic and such.
I am have become An Adult.
I HOPE FOR YOUR SAKE YOU NUKED THAT LEVEL
no i am just 5
I am old
When I was really young, my parents had a television that you could switch from TV to Pong.
It was actually pretty cool.
I also have a great memory of watching my dad run through Ocarina of Time. He got stuck on the second to last boss, where you have to shoot arrows at Ganon while he stands in a pillar or something. Anyway, I borrowed a friend at school's Prima Guide and figured out how to beat him, and he came home to me just getting Ganon into his monster form, freaked out, and cheered me on while I finished the game. To celebrate, we went out and immediately bought Majora's Mask and got pizza.
My first two games were Tetris 2 and Link's Awakening
He's a good dad.
My first game was "combat" on the 2600 followed closely by "street racer"
hell yes, same
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My mother never quite got the hang of moving and aiming as two separate tasks, but I did get a LAN game of Doom 3 set up for us when it came out for old times' sake.
I cannot get a foot behind my head. Damn near all I can do it touch it to my scalp. I guess I need to take my wife up on that yoga class offer
We had a good run, giant hideous white guy fro, we had a good run.
When I beat Link's Awakening, I was very sad.
So I stole my brother's copy of Metroid II.
Then I was staggeringly angry.
good thing I have alcohol
I've always had crippling hangovers after I drink. I've recently realized that is what has kept me from being an abusive alcoholic like my father and his father before him. I used to get frustrated at the severity of my hangovers. Now, I am thankful.
I used to tell myself that I would never join the military. But when I was 20 and feeling a bit lost I joined the Navy on a whim and became a submariner.
When I was going through sub school after basic, I decided to call my grandmother. After I told her I was up in Groton, CT going to sub school, she mentioned that my father and uncles were born there. That kinda took me by surprise, realizing that I never before knew where my dad was born.
So I asked her what they were doing in CT, talking about how Groton is such a boring town, etc.
Turns out my grandfather was a submariner.
I had no idea. And that's how I blindly stumbled into my grandfathers foot steps.
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I feel like I'm going in reverse. When I was a child, I had seemingly infinite patience. I took myself really seriously, and I don't just mean during angsty teenage years. I flat refused to ever try dancing, for instance. Everything I did was "by the book" -- didn't have alcohol until 21, no sex or drugs as a teen. I hated going out, especially to bars or clubs, and complained throughout the 90s (roughly my teenage decade) that all of today's music sucked.
Now that I've hit my third decade, I've all but developed ADHD. Drinking and dancing are great fun, even though I'm still figuring out the most basics of the latter, and going out is terrific. I take myself much less seriously and avoid unnecessary acquisition of responsibility (including remaining childless). I'm going through a lot of basic self-discovery and social ability acquisition that you're typically supposed to do in your teenage years, only at roughly twice the expected age. I drive as fast as I think I can get away with (where I used to stick tightly to the speed limit). I listen to brand new music (which, honestly, is a lot better than 90s music anyway).
Growing up is a trap. It's never too late for childhood.
Still hate kids though. That's staying a constant.
Also pretty sure I'll never be much of anything like my parents. Not the least bit sad about this.
Ohhhh the foolishness of youth... (EDIT: Of course my grandfather and great grandmother medicated themselves with alcohol, so luckily modern medicine will help save me from ruining my liver.)
I've played both, you know.
/hipsterglasses
not the good kind
Mine are the good kind.
:winky:
I beat that without help or advice when I was like twelve
I went and played it again a few months ago and I am shocked that I had the patience to memorize the whole game
Ahem.
You're talking to someone that owned Castle Wolfenstein, Beyond Castle Wolfenstein, Wolfenstein 3D, Return to Castle Wolfenstein, and Wolfenstein.
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Finally, I'm who I was meant to be.
my dad is ever so slowly morphing into an old man and it is terrifying
There is one game I must have played when I was 3 or 4 which I have been trying to find again for years, just to remember what it was called. I can't remember it well enough to describe it, but I reckon I'd recognise if I saw screenshots of it.
I remember I used to load it up and just leave it on the menu because I loved the title music, and my mum would get really irritated and shout at me to turn it off.
Good times.
First game was Sonic on the Genesis. My brother was two or three and did not realize that the controller he was holding was not plugged in.
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So little 5 year old Gatsby was giddy and bouncing around, hugging my grandfather's legs every five seconds. And then came time to choose the game to come with the console. He talked with the clerk and held out three options to me: Yoshi's Island, Snowboard Kids, and Diddy Kong Racing. Being a dumb kid I couldn't pick! I barely knew how to say stuff! Also even at such an early age my family had kinda instilled this idea of being thankful and residual guilt over big presents. So I couldn't decide and told him so.
He just nodded, said something to the clerk in Cantonese, haggled for about 5 minutes, and then they handed my mum a huge plastic bag bulging at the seams. My mum was chiding my grandfather over something as we left the store and he just kept smiling and ruffling my hair.
Then when I got home I found out he had bought not only the console and a single game, but all three and an extra controller.
I still have that thing and those games and those controllers. I don't think I'll ever throw them out.