Games have the unique ability to immerse you in a simulated world so conveniently, that it’s almost a metaphorical bridge between your life and the one you wish you could lead. Theres a level of vivid sophistication in gaming, rarely associated with any other medium. I love the feeling of captivation from a game, the sense of occasion with the acquisition of a new title, feverishly attaining the time to embellish your whimsical desires, without the loathing familiarity of interruption from insistent partners seeking continual validation, that their existence in your life is still of paramount significance, as you promptly but with considerate affection, reassure your spouse that their happiness and emotive stability is always your prime motivation…now out of my way so I can frag this guy! Disregarding the monotony of civility and embracing a thoroughly enjoyable new experience is a highly captivating feeling, but there is something so gratifying, almost maternal when playing an older game, which makes your experiences with new titles almost suppressed.
It’s a comfortable sensation in spite of the increasing absence and inevitable alternate gaming pursuits. But the longevity of you abstinence from a game can taint the clarity of your initial observations, so replaying a game that you held in high regard is the colloidal mixture of anticipation and trepidation. HD collections are great ways to indulge in your nostalgic inclinations and rekindle those forgotten experiences. Over the festive periods, interspersed with recurring indigestion and awkward conversations with distant relations, I become acquainted with the mythological devil hunter Dante, in the form of the HD collection. It was an extremely sobering realisation that there not as good as your imagination recalls. You almost invision a clichéd ridden montage of slow motion sprint across a lavishly endowed field, with flowers periodically sprinkled with distinct and enchanting aromas, registering on an almost euphoric scale. Arms outstretched, preparing to embrace each other in a collective longing for companionship, only to have your vision averted to the poorly transitioned textures, careless, almost lazy integration of high-definition polish, as well as increasing furrowed anguish at the intolerable camera positions, akin to restraining a Rottweiler from pouncing on your 10″oz steak dinner.
It’s an almost disturbing sensation when you realise that a game you remember with such puerile fondness, isn’t the same refreshing experience you recall, a victim of the ravages of time. Your memories are distorted by circumstance and high expectations, but somehow, despite its issues, its feeble mechanics, all the misguided recollections are forgotten in that one moment you remember that though graphically, it has more pixels than brain cells, and its obtuse angles are tired, you rediscover a glint of its former brilliance, whether its DMC or another title you hold dear, your reminded why you held a game in such high regard, and why you still do.
What classic games have you played recently? And are they as good as you remember?