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If only life were like videogames...
I'd wake up at 7:00am on a Monday morning to the a tune from Super Mario World on my alarm clock, and then lay in bed for a few seconds while the day's activites load (the loading time is down to seconds now...a few years ago it would take me minutes to get out of bed).
Over breakfast I listen to the news on the radio. The usual stuff...the evil dictator Bowser has kidnapped a princess (again!), and the USA are threatening to send in an invasion force to topple Bowser from his seat of power. There's news of a crime outburst in Vice City, a new archeaological discovery desecrated by Lara Croft.....and on a lighter note, somebody in Surrey has spotted Pikmin in his garden.
Getting ready for work I realise that I am late and hurry out, jumping into my car and speeding away in a screech of tyres. Before long I have crashed into several cars, knocked a fire hydrant over and almost hit some pedestrians (who inexplicably always seemed to jump out of the way at the last minute). My 'damage' is up quite a lot, as is my 'felony'...and a stream of police cars attempt to chase me through the streets until I lose them going down a narrow alleyway and arrive at work.
On the way into work I decide to take the lift up to the office. Unfortunately the lift stops at the wrong floor and won't start again so I have to find my way through the building to the stairs. For some reason there are armed guards around every corner who take potshots at me, so I draw my Falcon pistol and shoot 'em down as they cry 'why...me!' and 'help...security!' before I pop them.
By the time I find my way up the next flight of stairs my health is dangerously low so I stop at a vending machine for a pick-up health bonus and I'm soon feeling much better. In the office I sit down at my desk to start work, gluing together gaming cliches to make new programmes. After a hard day's work I walk home (the car being wrecked from the morning) but accidently stumble down a small red pipe that is sticking up in the pavement. I fall down and find myself in a small two-dimensional passage full of gold coins and a Kooper Troopa who I jump on in true Mario fashion. Collecting the coins (and a huge high-score) I find my way back out onto the street and continue on home...
At home I try to play a new game that a friend has bought for me..stacking wooden blocks made up of seven different shapes. Each time I make a line of them without any gaps the line of bricks disapears....weird!
This activity becomes addictively compulsive and I soon find that it's time for bed. Hopping into bed, I close my eyes, wonder where the day's gone...and it's 'game over' for another day...
If only life were like this....
Cheers
Paul (The Playman) Harries.
I'd wake up at 7:00am on a Monday morning to the a tune from Super Mario World on my alarm clock, and then lay in bed for a few seconds while the day's activites load (the loading time is down to seconds now...a few years ago it would take me minutes to get out of bed).
Over breakfast I listen to the news on the radio. The usual stuff...the evil dictator Bowser has kidnapped a princess (again!), and the USA are threatening to send in an invasion force to topple Bowser from his seat of power. There's news of a crime outburst in Vice City, a new archeaological discovery desecrated by Lara Croft.....and on a lighter note, somebody in Surrey has spotted Pikmin in his garden.
Getting ready for work I realise that I am late and hurry out, jumping into my car and speeding away in a screech of tyres. Before long I have crashed into several cars, knocked a fire hydrant over and almost hit some pedestrians (who inexplicably always seemed to jump out of the way at the last minute). My 'damage' is up quite a lot, as is my 'felony'...and a stream of police cars attempt to chase me through the streets until I lose them going down a narrow alleyway and arrive at work.
On the way into work I decide to take the lift up to the office. Unfortunately the lift stops at the wrong floor and won't start again so I have to find my way through the building to the stairs. For some reason there are armed guards around every corner who take potshots at me, so I draw my Falcon pistol and shoot 'em down as they cry 'why...me!' and 'help...security!' before I pop them.
By the time I find my way up the next flight of stairs my health is dangerously low so I stop at a vending machine for a pick-up health bonus and I'm soon feeling much better. In the office I sit down at my desk to start work, gluing together gaming cliches to make new programmes. After a hard day's work I walk home (the car being wrecked from the morning) but accidently stumble down a small red pipe that is sticking up in the pavement. I fall down and find myself in a small two-dimensional passage full of gold coins and a Kooper Troopa who I jump on in true Mario fashion. Collecting the coins (and a huge high-score) I find my way back out onto the street and continue on home...
At home I try to play a new game that a friend has bought for me..stacking wooden blocks made up of seven different shapes. Each time I make a line of them without any gaps the line of bricks disapears....weird!
This activity becomes addictively compulsive and I soon find that it's time for bed. Hopping into bed, I close my eyes, wonder where the day's gone...and it's 'game over' for another day...
If only life were like this....
Cheers
Paul (The Playman) Harries.
Hey, that was good!
But what about when hundreds of cars are speeding down the same Motorway.... would life began to 'lag' and slowdown under the pressure of all thos little pixels being crammed in all at once??
Would there be a points score in the sky?
And what about a picture of your face with a number next to it down to your left?
Keep 'em coming. :)
But what about when hundreds of cars are speeding down the same Motorway.... would life began to 'lag' and slowdown under the pressure of all thos little pixels being crammed in all at once??
Would there be a points score in the sky?
And what about a picture of your face with a number next to it down to your left?
Keep 'em coming. :)
If only life were like videogames...
I'd wake up at 7:00am on a Monday morning to the a tune from Super Mario World on my alarm clock, and then lay in bed for a few seconds while the day's activites load (the loading time is down to seconds now...a few years ago it would take me minutes to get out of bed).
Over breakfast I listen to the news on the radio. The usual stuff...the evil dictator Bowser has kidnapped a princess (again!), and the USA are threatening to send in an invasion force to topple Bowser from his seat of power. There's news of a crime outburst in Vice City, a new archeaological discovery desecrated by Lara Croft.....and on a lighter note, somebody in Surrey has spotted Pikmin in his garden.
Getting ready for work I realise that I am late and hurry out, jumping into my car and speeding away in a screech of tyres. Before long I have crashed into several cars, knocked a fire hydrant over and almost hit some pedestrians (who inexplicably always seemed to jump out of the way at the last minute). My 'damage' is up quite a lot, as is my 'felony'...and a stream of police cars attempt to chase me through the streets until I lose them going down a narrow alleyway and arrive at work.
On the way into work I decide to take the lift up to the office. Unfortunately the lift stops at the wrong floor and won't start again so I have to find my way through the building to the stairs. For some reason there are armed guards around every corner who take potshots at me, so I draw my Falcon pistol and shoot 'em down as they cry 'why...me!' and 'help...security!' before I pop them.
By the time I find my way up the next flight of stairs my health is dangerously low so I stop at a vending machine for a pick-up health bonus and I'm soon feeling much better. In the office I sit down at my desk to start work, gluing together gaming cliches to make new programmes. After a hard day's work I walk home (the car being wrecked from the morning) but accidently stumble down a small red pipe that is sticking up in the pavement. I fall down and find myself in a small two-dimensional passage full of gold coins and a Kooper Troopa who I jump on in true Mario fashion. Collecting the coins (and a huge high-score) I find my way back out onto the street and continue on home...
At home I try to play a new game that a friend has bought for me..stacking wooden blocks made up of seven different shapes. Each time I make a line of them without any gaps the line of bricks disapears....weird!
This activity becomes addictively compulsive and I soon find that it's time for bed. Hopping into bed, I close my eyes, wonder where the day's gone...and it's 'game over' for another day...
If only life were like this....
Cheers
Paul (The Playman) Harries.
I'd wake up at 7:00am on a Monday morning to the a tune from Super Mario World on my alarm clock, and then lay in bed for a few seconds while the day's activites load (the loading time is down to seconds now...a few years ago it would take me minutes to get out of bed).
Over breakfast I listen to the news on the radio. The usual stuff...the evil dictator Bowser has kidnapped a princess (again!), and the USA are threatening to send in an invasion force to topple Bowser from his seat of power. There's news of a crime outburst in Vice City, a new archeaological discovery desecrated by Lara Croft.....and on a lighter note, somebody in Surrey has spotted Pikmin in his garden.
Getting ready for work I realise that I am late and hurry out, jumping into my car and speeding away in a screech of tyres. Before long I have crashed into several cars, knocked a fire hydrant over and almost hit some pedestrians (who inexplicably always seemed to jump out of the way at the last minute). My 'damage' is up quite a lot, as is my 'felony'...and a stream of police cars attempt to chase me through the streets until I lose them going down a narrow alleyway and arrive at work.
On the way into work I decide to take the lift up to the office. Unfortunately the lift stops at the wrong floor and won't start again so I have to find my way through the building to the stairs. For some reason there are armed guards around every corner who take potshots at me, so I draw my Falcon pistol and shoot 'em down as they cry 'why...me!' and 'help...security!' before I pop them.
By the time I find my way up the next flight of stairs my health is dangerously low so I stop at a vending machine for a pick-up health bonus and I'm soon feeling much better. In the office I sit down at my desk to start work, gluing together gaming cliches to make new programmes. After a hard day's work I walk home (the car being wrecked from the morning) but accidently stumble down a small red pipe that is sticking up in the pavement. I fall down and find myself in a small two-dimensional passage full of gold coins and a Kooper Troopa who I jump on in true Mario fashion. Collecting the coins (and a huge high-score) I find my way back out onto the street and continue on home...
At home I try to play a new game that a friend has bought for me..stacking wooden blocks made up of seven different shapes. Each time I make a line of them without any gaps the line of bricks disapears....weird!
This activity becomes addictively compulsive and I soon find that it's time for bed. Hopping into bed, I close my eyes, wonder where the day's gone...and it's 'game over' for another day...
If only life were like this....
Cheers
Paul (The Playman) Harries.