I have played games all my life. Ever since watching my brother play Sunset Riders on the SNES I have been positively enamored with it. At first I only played games for the pure enjoyment of the action, but as I have grown my reasons for gaming have changed. Now I see games as a form of expression, the conveying of many ideas through interactive means. I search for metaphorical subtexts and subtle plot devices.
I have conlcuded that this is one of the benefits of aging, when it comes to gaming. I see much more in games than I used to and that can only be a good thing.
On the flip side, though, I have a terrible conundrum on my hands: I find myself constantly reminiscing, and the games I play currently just don't match up to my memory of games past. I worry that the games that I play now will not have the same impact on me as they did when I was younger, be it the effect of my personal evolution or of the games themselves. Is gaming just another example of that drug trip roller-coaster they teach you about in middle school, where the car never gets up as high as it does the very first time, and only gets lower with every dip? I feel like I have experienced so many games that I have exhausted all the potential they have to astound me.
Please, I call out to the veterans: Are my fears unfounded? Will I spend just as much time in 5 years thinking back to Ratchet and Clank Future, Uncharted 2 and LittleBigPlanet as I currently do with Final Fantasy X and Kingdom Hearts? Or am I doomed to an eternal quest for that most influential game, only to wander aimlessly and without purpose?
I survived the Apocalyps3


















