I graduated about 4 months with a B.S. in Game
Design. It has been an interesting road and I have learned a lot along the way,
but I constantly felt that I was behind. Yes, I did grow up on games, but not
really on video games that much except the ones I played on the Commodore 64.
Up until I was in middle school, the only times I played console games was when
my mom made my brother let me tag along to his friends’ house. They set me in
front of the TV and stuck the controller in my hand and went off to do their
own stuff and I was making Sonic roll across the screen so I wasn't too worried.
Mostly I played board, card, and word games and there are
always strong memories associated with games. My mom is so sweet almost all the
time and everyone sees her as being so sweet and mild. They have never played a
game of Monopoly, Risk, or Scrabble with her. She is ruthless. She is a
merciless goddess on the board game battlefield.
And. She. Is. Glorious.
My mom has a scorched Earth policy when playing games (Source) |
My strategy when I was younger playing Risk with my family
was to pit my brother and dad against my mom. It was relatively easy since I
was the youngest and not seen as a threat, but it never worked out quite how I
planned. She slaughtered them and they only whittled her down a little but not
nearly enough.
As I got older I got better, and a lot of this can be attributed
to my mom and the lessons I learned playing against her. Another skill I honed
from playing with my mom was a certain level of stubbornness that keeps me
trying even though the odds aren’t good.
This is what one of our games might end up looking. I'm the blue. She ran out of pawns. |
While I have a lot of good memories associated with games, I
also have some painful ones. I have sprained my arm three times during
playground and other made-up games, bruised my hand playing the crocodile game,
and managed to get tendonitis due to overplaying video games. To this day I still
have an aversion to chess and checkers because my brother taught me checkers
with a baseball bat. But even with all that, I still love games because even
sometimes an injury is a time to take comfort in playing games. As my dad and I
sat waiting tor one of the many times I had to get an x-ray, we played Octo. I made up the name because I can’t
remember if we ever had a name for it. In
Octo, you build words of a
part of speech such as the prefix oct-. It takes no paper, no score, just a
spoken game where you imagine the results. To this day I still remember waiting
to be called in and, even though pain was shooting through my arm, I was
laughing at the thought on an octopan, a pan with eight handles.
Two things happened when I was in middle school: my grandma’s
neighbor had a granddaughter around my age and she had an SNES and my brother
got an SNES. I loved playing with my brother, but it never lasted long. I am 5
years younger than him and each year apart, seems to increase the annoyance
factor exponentially. We’d play until my constantly moving with Mario annoyed
him enough and I was kicked out. It was always a lot easier with my friend; she
really didn’t care if I leaned when jumping a chasm. One day she got Zombies Ate My Neighbors (ZAMN) and that
is when I fell in love.
ZAMN was the first game I remember playing that was truly
co-op. We didn’t have to wait for one person to get through their turn or die;
we could both play at the same time. It was also one of the first console games
that I have played where one of could play as a regular girl. It may not seem
like a huge deal and a lot of people see it as a feminist thing, but it is so
much simpler than that. We want our PC to be an extension of ourselves and we
want to be able to identify with it. It’s the same thing when you play Monopoly
and fights break out over who gets what token. All Hell breaks loose if someone
has to be the iron. While ZAMN had its flaws such as too many weapons to scroll
through and a level that can act as a stop point but even with these flaws, it
has my heart completely.
My first love |
This game remains my most played SNES game and is the game
residing in the console as I write this. It continues to influence and inspire
me. Whenever I find I doubt myself or question if I chose the right field of
study, I start playing. I remember that even when I die, I get a little further
each time. I may never have gotten through the whole game, but I never give up.
I play and all the connections from my past bubble to the surface sparkling and
I am renewed.
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