I'll be honest with you - I've fallen out of love with videogames. Truth be told, I've been falling out of love with them for years. I can't pinpoint the exact moment when it happened, but when I stop and think about it I'd estimate my enjoyment of gaming probably peaked around the age of 10. My interest has been waning, slowly but surely, ever since.
Recently I did an odd thing - I saw an Xbox 360 at what was an irritatingly tempting bargain price. On impulse, I bought it. Objectively it's an impressive piece of kit - graphically it is beyond what we could even have imagined in the days of my childhood. In terms of interesting features that I will never use it almost rivals my mobile phone, and it has what looks like a worthy catalogue of games that can now be picked up cheaply. Previous experience leads me to expect less reliability from a 360 than a used Land Rover, but still, I'm sure I would have loved it as a kid.
Now technically a grown up, however, I find myself rather ambivalent to the black box taking up space on our study desk. I am not convinced games have moved on all that significantly since the N64 devoured hour after hour of my homework time. Certainly there has been a marked shift in the way games are presented, but the actual playing experience seems to just offer more of the same. I remember now why I got rid of my first Xbox - the feeling that I'd seen it all before, that there was little new to enchant me. It was as disappointing as finding yourself back in the same Live session as the gobby yank who wouldn't shut up.
Something else that doesn't sit comfortably with me is the increased commercialisation of gaming. As little as 10 years ago this was a hobby for nerds and outsiders, an activity yet to shake its anti-social image. Not so much anymore. But there is something depressing about pensioners wielding Wii remotes, and people who have never played games before raving about how wonderfully accessible it all is. Worse still are the hordes of casuals who will play nothing other than the latest FIFA or Call of Duty - the type for whom 'RPG' has only one meaning - 'rocket-propelled grenade'.
But perhaps my insular view comes from a fondness for gaming, a fondness which still exists somewhere within me. Somewhere inside lurks the 10-year-old me, the me that explored Hyrule with awe and wonder, the same awe and wonder which as an adult I now feel staring into the abyss rather than at a screen. Playing Zelda again today is a mildly underwhelming experience, mostly because the virtual reality of the cartridge never matches up to the fantasy world in my mind. Ocarina of Time got right into my head as an introverted child and fuelled the fires of my imagination, and in doing so became more than just a game. It became another world to gladly escape into.
Nowadays I'm left with the faint sadness that I can't get this kind of thrill from games anymore, try as I might. But I'm grateful for the memories nonetheless, if nothing else for the realisation that the 10-year-old me hasn't gone completely. My games may stay with me until they become collector's pieces, but until then the discs and cartridges will likely remain on the shelf, and the happy times I spent with them will be stowed away, safe in my head.
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( Edited 28.07.2013 17:21 by WonkeyKong )