Coordinate Tables Are Out of Date (By A Thousand Years)

Spyro: Year of the Dragon. It was one of those games where you would happily yell at your Mum; “Fuck Sunday Dinner, I need two more Dragon Eggs!” … Apart from I like Sunday Dinner and I wouldn’t be swearing at the age of 6, so I wouldn’t be saying that.

11:09 last night. I started thinking; About Spyro. I couldn’t get to sleep so I rolled out of bed [I roll - too much food in body] and walked to the phone. I called my brother up and asked him to confirm the year and my age upon purchasing our first ever games console; the PS1 and my favourite ever game, Spyro. As I put the phone down after leaving an odd voice message I went to bed, etching the words ‘play Spyro tomorrow…’ and ‘…get mum OK! Magazine’ in my notepad.

I remember days where me and my brother played games, we sat and layed and changed our positions on seats and the weather changed and the TV changed and the carpets changed yet we still sat and layed and played games. Me and brother played ‘Final Fantasy’ and enriched ourselves with the stories and we tried to comprehend the badness that eventually made goodness in regards to ‘Legend of Croc’ and we laughed at the fact we had just fell through the glitchy floors of the ‘Simpsons Hit and Run’ levels.

But I loved the extreme vastness of the Spyro games that made you fell you could go anywhere, the graphics that made you want to hug the pixels for being proud of being bad, the amazingly simple and effortless character development, the comedic dialogues that I would only really understand on a 2^nd playing and the inspiring and great soundtrack, it was a game that yelled in the nicest way possible; “Never put me down this is better than reality!”

When I think of days playing games and playing Spyro everything is round and bright. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve grown up slightly but no game since has captured my mind as much as Spyro did… Recently with Portal 2 I experienced the same gaming situation, my brother played and I ate cake and watched. It was pretty awesome yeah, but still, Spyro: Year of the Dragon… just wow. That game.

Last night when I picked up and dusted the case of Spyro: Year of the Dragon, I felt and ran my fingers over the mark of where I failed to remove the price tag 10 years ago, I saw the crack across the case, the crack that occurred on my first day of purchase, I flicked through the slightly creased instruction manual and I rubbed the disk dotted with the occasional scratch. I smiled and rolled back into bed and remembered the many minutes I spent just head butting a Roman Warrior Teddy Bear.

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