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Interactive Fiction

It is times when I think about how games were better, “in the old days,” when I realize just well, how old video games are.

When I started playing video games, there were no three dimensional graphics.  There was a command line and a green squiggle that may have been a character, I don’t know.  I had to use my imagination.  (“Why, back in my day, we had to load games from a cassette tape!  Both sides!  And we liked it!  And there were multiple floppies!  And code wheels!”)

Then there were text adventures.

You are in an open field west of a big white house with a boarded front door.
There is a small mailbox here.
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I was really into interactive fiction.  I actually had a couple of boxed INFOCOM games, I’ll have to dig them out from somewhere.  I just remember that the games came with such great swag.Wishbringer: The Magick Stone of Dreams, was about a wishing stone.

Inside the box, there was a map and a letter you had to deliver, and a descriptive leaflet about the origins of the stone, but best of all, there was a small plastic replica of the stone that glowed in the dark.

I just thought that was awesome.

I held on to that stone for years.  I think it was still on my bookshelf when I left home to go to college.

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Old Photo

There’s a photo that my parents left with me. On the back, in faded pink ink, it says, “Kodak Mar 77.” The monotype Kodak logo is faded, but a testament to their graphic designer.

It is still their logo today.

On the front, there’s a two year old boy. His black hair is parted on the left. There’s some baby fat visible in his arms, but not much. He’s standing in between a sitting room chair and a coffee table. The chairs are dark brown, intricately carved thrones that are the same height as he is. They have blood red leather seats. From his height, and the chairs, it looks like he’s snuck into a giant’s home. He’s wearing jeans and a sleveless t-shirt with some non licensed cartoon characters on it.

I’m guessing it’s the Philippines, but to be honest I really have no idea.  ’77 marks it as when I’m one and a half to two years old.

I’d really like to know what’s going on.

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