Come for the games, stay for the drama.
In the 80s, I went to the arcade two or three times a week. I took my love of arcade games to home consoles.
After fifteen years or so, I finally beat Berthandelus in Final Fantasy XIII, and can finally enter the second half of the game.
It’s an interesting question, stated a few different ways — 10 games to know me, or games that defined me. The question has been bouncing around Mastodon for a few days. Here’s mine.
I’ve never been able to make a good game, but I think I could make some bad ones if I just put a little effort into them.
If I die, let it be beneath a mound of unplayed video games. Might as well accept the inevitable, right?