Captain Red

When I was growing up, everybody I knew had a Sega master system 2 with Alex kid in miracle world built in... Well everyone except me. I had my crummy old CGA computer. yay. I used to be over my mate across the rode house all the time where I played Alex kid all the time, I have such fond memories of that game. I think got as far as that forest. You know, the one with the bear in it? Yeah. For some reason, I remembered it as a really fun game. And by the time I got enough money to afford anything, the master system was long gone.

I was also obsessed with this top down shooter called “Fireshark”, I’d only ever played on a coin operated machine at the local super market. I remember many a day stealing 20 cent pieces from me mums purse to play that game. I memorized the first level music (mostly because that was as far as I ever got). I soon discovered that this game was also available on Megadrive! Ahh holding that box in my hands and wishing like crazy I had a Megadrive.

So here I am at the dawn of my adult years, and access to a wad of emulators and roms of games of old. So the first thing I did was download the to above mentioned games...

Wow. Father time really took a beating to these guys. Maybe it was the face that these where among the first games I ever played, or maybe save state took the edge off them, but I really didn’t find them that interesting this time around. After raptor, Fireshark really wasn’t that impressive. And Alex kid? Man, what was I on? I still finished them both to make piece with my inner child, but I have no idea what made me think they where such brilliant games. I guess they weren’t terrible, but the symbol of my youth and innocence was a bit of a let down

Anyone else been through something like this? That is, loved a game as a child, not had access to it for years, and when you finally get another crack at it, discover that the child version of yourself was a bit too easily impressed?