The shells of Game Stops across America have all been filled with uninspired store-fronts since video game distribution has gone binary. We traded time spent going to and from our favorite retailers for time waiting on our 20GB downloads to wrap up. Broadband connections clock in at speeds that no longer suffice, transforming our predicted convenience into a horrible monster.
Our expectations have fallen short. Game prices have not changed, nor has the convenience of making purchases. To add to our troubles, the lack of a used-game market means many of us purchase less games now than in the past. And more importantly than all of this is the fact that we no longer control how the games we love are preserved.
Nostalgia plays a large part in my love for gaming, and the boxed-classics that sat on my display shelf kept the fire burning. Now I treat my games like MP3s, losing them with no regard for how important they are to me, forgetting about the classics that paved the road we still travel.
We once again dug ourselves into a bunker of obscurity, removing our existence on shelves alongside Blu-Rays, and box collections, which now fill-in the blank shelves that games once sat on.
Funny thing is I wanted this to happen…but not quite like this.
[ Hypothetics questions gamers for argument's sake, vividly painting imagery of hypothetical questions in a video game landscape. e-mail your hypothetical questions to: [email protected] ]