As the evening ended, I was left feeling very strange. The games that still play in crystal clarity in my mind are now fuzzy, shaky and thin. The hardware is massive, yet empty-feeling. LCD screens are blurry and you can see not merely every pixel, but every coloured sub-pixel display element that makes up every pixel.
The only explanation is that my threshold for ‘modern’ has been elevated exponentially in just a few short years. I’m used to rechargeable on-board power, being able to turn off consoles without getting up and resolutions so good you can’t see individual pixels during regular play let alone the three colours. Do they still have those? I don’t even know.
Erm... nope, still don't know. It’s the first time the 16-bit era has really felt old to me. Not just the handheld technology, but everything about the games. The size of the cartridges. The dodgy physical connections. Even the plastic used to make the machines and extra controllers feels old.
But if even games that were released inside my lifetime are now positively ancient to me, what chance do young gamers have of appreciating them? Why should they give Virtua Racing the time of day? I remember when it was cutting edge, £69.99 technology. Now it’s £1.95 + postage from eBay. And going unsold.
I love the way games like Castle of Illusion, Flashback and Ducktales are getting remade. I still love everything they represent. But even I have to admit that the originals are fast becoming attic fodder. Despite that, I still had a fantastic evening with these old games. But they truly are 'old' now. And it pains me to say it.
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