Archives for August 2014

Year One

Posted August 30, 2014

The past 12 months have included a lot of game playing, a lot more research, two new pieces of furniture, two game conferences and six arcades. But who’s counting? Well, I am, because I keep track of these things (and then write about it here for about four people). I’ve made new friends, built up my eBay rating, and had nourishing amounts of fun. Of course, I’ve had plenty of game-guilt too; has gaming eaten into time that could’ve gone towards more creative outlets? Eh, probably. But I try not to worry too much about that and let things balance themselves out.

I’m not going to recap this year — that’s what this site’s for! Instead, let’s look at what’s coming up over the next few months. After obsessing over RGB, rich Dreamcast sprites and Xbox shmups, I’m tugged back to the Game Boy with Donkey Kong, Donkey Kong Country 2, Super Mario Land 2 and 3, Wario Land 2, 3, and 4, and Kid Dracula (and damn, why is Shantae so expensive?!). Japanese Saturn control pads are waiting to be picked up at the Post Office. I’m anxious for the fall release of SEGA Mega Drive/Genesis: Collected Works. Hopefully I’ll be shipping the Duo-R out to be RGB modded in a month (Rondo of Blood has needs!). I’ll look at my first computer gaming experiences with the Commodore 64. We’ll see if there are any arcades left in Hawaii.

And thanks for reading! Sharing game memories and obsessions is the other half of this resurrected hobbyhorse.


Posted August 14, 2014

I didn’t own the first Playstation. This was 1995, my post-high school years when I was likely busy selling off my consoles like luggage I didn’t want to drag into adulthood. Two or three years later I briefly played my roommate’s after moving to California. My first experiences with the controller were confusing — what’s with all the buttons! I missed the simpler 16-bit precursors. The poligonal games were, I guess impressive, but confirmed that I still wasn’t interested in the next generation systems.

Then in the early 2000s I bought a PS2 slim for a handful of racing games and Mortal Kombat, which used every last ounce of those buttons. I printed out MK character move guides and tried to memorize the basics. It was clear that the fighting genre wasn’t my bag, though the gore and detailed environments helped me forget about the missing sprites in this 128-bit world. A few years later it slipped into the closet and I once again stopped playing console games, relying on a series of Game Boys to get my gaming fix.

My next Playstation was the joint purchase, with my future husband, of the pricey PS3. This quickly became immeasurably useful as a reliable DVD/Blu-ray player and streaming hub — I can’t believe I initially hesitated in buying the $20 Bluetooth remote control which has endured eight years of daily use. For Justin this was gaming mecca (at least until the Wii came out, and then the Wii U, and then the PS4). I played sporadically, and sung the repetitive, mournful tune of gaming-was-better-when. The slim slept in the closet next to a friend’s SNES, sleeper agents waiting for a nostalgic green light, which came in the form of a TurboGrafx-16.

So here we are several years later, and a year after that green light: an Ikea shelf holding nine aged consoles, and the modern remainders on the tv stand. Something was still missing. Some of the best PS1/PS2 shmups were never released in the US. While some consoles have region compatibility workarounds, the PS2 required either hardware modding, or a soft mod that sounded like a bunch of fiddly bullshit. It was time to go directly to the motherland, as with the PC Engine Duo-R, and find a Japanese PS2. Of course, except for the Xbox 360, every console on both shelves are Japanese creations. While Japan gets the beautiful, generally slimmer originals, North American releases are bloated monster trucks, arguably a financially centered decision for size-conscious Americans.

Once again Yahoo Japan Auction came through with a $30 first edition PS2, otherwise known as the PS2 fat, or as Sony elegantly named it, the SCPH-10000. The YJA seller even threw in a stack of games, which no doubt rounded out the painful EMS shipping charges (games which I don’t want, so contact me if there’s interest). The PS2 fat is hefty, a mountain of a thing compared to the slim, and surely has gobs more innards than a wafer-thin SNES or Genesis PCB. Some of this is due to its internal power supply, which is great because that 12-outlet power bar is maxed. Plugged into the XRGB-mini via SCART the results were surprisingly good.

The first test was Popolocrois II, a PS1 game that Justin picked up in Seattle. While the PS2 itself can show English menus, game play text obviously remains largely in Japanese. He’ll be able to do some translation, but as an RPG that’s a fair amount of work. Fortunately I mostly play shmups which have limited amounts of text, and when I do feel like I’m missing out I call him over for quick explanations, and it generally turns out I wasn’t missing anything. Currently I only have Espgaluda and Mushihimesama. Mushi isn’t even a capable port, but it’ll have to do since the Xbox 360 version is not region free. Espgaluda though is amazing and gives me a whole new perspective on the PS2. Considering how large the PS1/PS2 library is, my wishlist barely scratches the surface.

I wonder if this could be my last retro console. What’s left? First and second generation, eh — I already have a pong clone, and I’ve never really wanted an Atari. For third generation there’s the missing link, the NES. Perhaps blasphemous that I haven’t bought one yet, but the cost of an original model plus an RGB mod is damn expensive for those 8 measly bits. There’s always the Super Famicom for good measure, or the Sega CD for laughs. Better yet with more space there’s full-fledged gaming computers like the Commodore 64 (zzz), X68000, and FM Towns Marty. So let’s play it by ear.


Posted August 7, 2014

A few weeks ago I checked out California Extreme with some new friends, a mostly retro arcade and pinball jamboree in Santa Clara, CA. Hundreds of games, set to free play, forty bucks — this should be their tagline. I had heard of this mythical event, and can now see why it draws such a huge crowd of West Coast oddballs. Having access to what feels like an infinite variety of arcade games nestled within a casually large hotel with a fully stocked bar down the hall and several hideaway pockets for other pharmaceutical shenanigans makes for two days of eye-blistering entertainment. The serious attendees book rooms and wear gloves, turning what for me was an extended Aladdin’s Castle redux into something more akin to Fear and Loathing in Vegas Vacation.

The first few hours I hopped from one machine to the next, sampling Atari prototypes, early ’60s pins and taking turns dying on Black Knight (which incidentally was always less busy than Black Knight 2000). Then lines started forming five deep; watching guys gather around Punch-Out!!, I returned to my fallbacks: Time Pilot, Tron, Robotron, Defender, Galaga ’88, Tempest. Look, Splatterhouse! The noise level, punched up from a back wall of sweaty DDR dramatics and a Street Fighter tournament, drowned out most games directly in front of you — “That’s Galactic Dancin’!

Next to a kids-friendly Pac-Man Battle Royale stood the one lone candy cab with a shmup no one knew. In classic game center tradition a few of us played one credit each, then watched others take their turns. The levels were long and dull and the game wasn’t so good. We’d die, stand up and get back in line. This became our end of the night beacon as we dutifully snaked through the cabs looking for that last unplayed game. Eight hours in and I was done, gorged on nostalgia. I returned to a row of cabarets, specifically a beautiful Robotron with buttery controls and a leaderboard I was starting to put my lowly scores on. After a few last runs the monitor went black while the audio continued. It smelled like burning and I went home.

The Grind

Posted August 3, 2014

Looking at my currently playing list, I realized I had 15 games in progress, which is kind of ridiculous. Having a game or so per console is nice in that there’s always something different to play. Tired of a platformer, I turn to a shmup, and vice versa (though that’s about it as far as my genre spectrum spans). Moving between an early-2000s Cave danmaku and a late-80s Toaplan shmup is refreshing. The problem is by time I return to a game I’ve lost focus and momentum. Take Monster World IV (please!) — I’d let weeks go by, then realize I had no idea where I was or what I needed to do.

Which brings up the entangled topic of whether to game for fun or to game for realz. For me this mostly relates to shmups. Do I credit my way through Mushihimesama Futari, enjoying all the levels now? I’d guess most players do, but the ones who don’t, and only allow themselves one credit, consider this the only way to shmup. I support that, at least intellectually. In reality, I’m just not very good. I’ve never 1cc’d a game, maybe because I haven’t really tried, but my suckage can’t be overlooked. Why I’ve chosen to obsess over such a painfully onerous class of game I’ve no idea, other than perhaps the obvious sadomasochistic undertones. It would take me two or three times as many hours as other players to 1cc most of the games I play. What a sweet satisfaction that would be. And what a colossal amount of time it would take, given some players put in hundreds of hours per game.

And yet I can’t deny the icky compulsion to continue, the cheat of cheats, the ’90s arcade invention based on greed which likely had a hand in their self-immolation. This doesn’t mean I play through to the end and then stick it on the shelf. The tug of wanting to understand the game doesn’t pass after a few playthroughs. The history of the game and its developer, the obscured mechanics, hardware limitations, programmer’s predispositions — these details add great value to the game play. Just as playing through the levels repeatedly, and chipping away at the credits it takes to do so, is firmly satisfying.

Where does this leave me? I’m not sure. Do I pull the majority of these out of rotation and focus on two or three games? Honestly that sounds kind of boring. For now I did thin out the list, making note of games to return to later (yes, the current sidebar is the thinned out version). As an experiment, I’ve picked a couple of easy ones to try and 1cc, Deathsmiles and the first Metal Slug. I’ve improved, but it’s not the cakewalk I read and hear about from others. There seems to be a part of me that uncontrollably veers my characters directly into the enemy’s fire, so that may need some work.