Okay. Present time is fucked up, It's pretty clear. Drugs, popculture (risking being called a racist, I say it: Black culture, which pop really means today), diseases that didn't exist 100 years ago and all this crap, you name it. Now, I was thinking about what comes next.
I am currently 20 years old. If I had a grandfather and asked him to tell how things were in his youth, he'd tell something like that:
Times were quite difficult. WWII has just begun, nazis drove around in our village, demanding butter, milk and meat. We were very poor, our father was taken away by soliders and we never saw him again.
There wasn't any grown-up men left in village, so nobody did the farming. Winter came along with hunger.
My mother didn't have any money to send me to school - or even buy me shoes. There wasn't any food left. So we, me and some boys from village, sneaked to a house where nazis had set up their camp, and stole some solider bread from their supply shack. Thanks to god and bits of food we managed to get, we survived this winter...
Heroic and serious. Now, I was thinking, what would be story I'M telling to my grandchildren after 45 years?
Times were quite difficult. I couldn't afford a faster video card or load my cellphone with credit every month. America invaded Iraq. Terrorists blew theselves up around the world. Drugs and popculture invaded youngest part of humankind. Gas became super-expensive. People became fat. Millions of retarded, perverted, sick people found themselves a stage to act on in Internet. Success of Doom and Tomb Raider killed the last good of computer games, making all games to be third or first person shooters.
Adventure games genre was dying, or already dead despite a group of people who still knew and loved it.
Oh yeah, It was a difficult time...
Stupid? Oh yeah.
I think that after that story, my grandchildren rush away to bring me my pills.
I am currently 20 years old. If I had a grandfather and asked him to tell how things were in his youth, he'd tell something like that:
Times were quite difficult. WWII has just begun, nazis drove around in our village, demanding butter, milk and meat. We were very poor, our father was taken away by soliders and we never saw him again.
There wasn't any grown-up men left in village, so nobody did the farming. Winter came along with hunger.
My mother didn't have any money to send me to school - or even buy me shoes. There wasn't any food left. So we, me and some boys from village, sneaked to a house where nazis had set up their camp, and stole some solider bread from their supply shack. Thanks to god and bits of food we managed to get, we survived this winter...
Heroic and serious. Now, I was thinking, what would be story I'M telling to my grandchildren after 45 years?
Times were quite difficult. I couldn't afford a faster video card or load my cellphone with credit every month. America invaded Iraq. Terrorists blew theselves up around the world. Drugs and popculture invaded youngest part of humankind. Gas became super-expensive. People became fat. Millions of retarded, perverted, sick people found themselves a stage to act on in Internet. Success of Doom and Tomb Raider killed the last good of computer games, making all games to be third or first person shooters.
Adventure games genre was dying, or already dead despite a group of people who still knew and loved it.
Oh yeah, It was a difficult time...
Stupid? Oh yeah.
I think that after that story, my grandchildren rush away to bring me my pills.