Granny Gamer
Granny Gamer

Then 15-20 years later, those same glorious halls will echo with the sound of the Halo.
The reverberated utterances of DOUBLEKILL cascading into a TRIPLEKILL, or god bless it an OVERKILL. Our geriatric eyes darting across the screen during a round of swat trying to get that beautiful bullet sway of a perfectly swiped Battle Rifle shot.
Mountain Dew coursing through our ancient and dilapidated bodies. Obliterating the convenient, split screen mayhem, the MLG generation.
Power to the fucking players baby.
MEGA-KILL!
GOD-LIKE!
I had this realization about 12 years ago when visiting an elderly relative in a retirement home. There was a recreated whole 1950s diner inside the facility; the booths, black & white tile, heavy use of chrome accents and even the doo-wop music playing on repeat. It struck me that for many of the residents that recreated diner likely represented some of the best times in their life where they were care free and youthful in their primes.
It immediately hit me that I’d be in a facility like that some day (if I’m lucky enough to live that long) and that there would be an equivalent of the diner for GenX me. I realized it would be a 1980s arcade possibly with a shopping mall food court with pastel colors and a sprinkle of orange neon. However, I wouldn’t be able to spend my entire time in that arcade, but I’d be playing the PC and console games of my youth too along with all the other residents that had that exact same desire for those that I would.
My grandma played a lot of Zork through the '80s, and taught me to play it in the '90s.
I imagine from her point of view arcade games got gradually more computerized.
Very true. My son was playing some Atari 2600 games on our Steam Deck and finally stopped to ask me, “Did people actually have fun with these games?”
Eh, not really! They were indeed a novelty, and usually got pretty boring fairly quickly…