Jesus Fucking Christ, you're as old as me.
I worked at a little deli type place when I was about 17, we had a tabletop Tempest game there.
After closing, we'd use this little metal rod to flip the dip switch to free play.
I had the record on that thing.
Dragon's Lair?
You're talking about the first game that used a video disk, right?
With like Dirk the Daring or something?
You'd get to a decision point, and there'd be this 5 second pause while the disk spun to the next section of the game.
Annoying as fuck, but at the time, it was the shit, boy-o.
hahahhahahhaa
Yeah, the video disc one. Basically, it was an entire game based on what we now call "Quicktime events"; timed decision points that require canned controls and animations. Incredibly frustrating, but that eye-candy was just too attractive to ignore.
It was done by the same Don Bluth responsible for The Secret of Nimh and a bunch of other animated movies.
Bluth actually explained that once. He didn't quite understand what a game was supposed to be, and thought most of the fun would be seeing all the silly ways Dirk the Daring could die like a screaming ponce. :smilelol:
The same engine was later used for his other game, Space Ace. That never really gained the popularity, as I think Dragon's Lair burned everyone out before Space Ace hit the scene.
I'll take a picture of something in my office that you'll find amusing later.
Tempest, though... Now THAT was an addicting game. I'm not sure how I'd do now at a cabinet, but I WAS good. I just picked up Tempest 4000 for the Xbox One, as someone was coming over to help me out with stuff and had never even seen the original, and the update is one
hell of a trip. They jazzed it up to give challenge to the old guard. It sure kicked
my ass.
I think the only game I'm still good at is DOOM. I've kept the skills up on that one. Strange that I can still play with all the nerve damage in my left arm. Can't seem to learn anything new, in that regard, but I suppose some manner of muscle memory is in play.
So far as age, I'm not too far up there, but I'm at the point in life where I'm looking at convertibles, and I fucking
hate convertibles... The military example is thinking on occasion: "If I'd just stayed in, I'd be retired! Perhaps not wealthy, but I wouldn't have to do so much shit..." :rofl:
Thankfully, we all get over
that one eventually. You're not going to catch my ass running fifteen fucking miles anymore. Hell, I didn't even like it when it was
possible. LMAO
Cheers,
Kennith