Space Invaders: When the attackers come, they will come in orderly rows because only the most anal-retentive species can master interstellar travel.
Pac Man: He eats and he eats and he eats and it never ever takes away the pain. And, as a bonus, the ghosts of everyone he’s ever consumed will eventually drive him to madness.
Ms. Pac Man: A close cousin to to Pac Man but doesn’t have his depressive nature. So, why does she eat continuously? Bulimia. Legend has it, if you make it to level one hundred, there is an animated depiction of Ms. Pac Man vomiting violently for thirty seconds, then sobbing quietly for another minute.
Frogger: The frog travels across a busy highway and a crocodile-infested river only to fall into a box and freeze, probably until that time when they find a cure for being a frog.
Q*bert: You move up and down a geodesic triangle, dodging snakes and debris falling from the sky. It’s like mountain climbing next to an airport. I played this game for three hours on a single quarter, once. It is difficult to find an accomplishment where you simultaneously feel a sense of accomplishment and waste…
Missile Command: It is satisfying to destroy nuclear missiles in flight; but, eventually you will fail, millions will die and their ghosts will haunt you forever. How should you cope with that? I hear overeating works.
Asteroids: A triangle in space shooting and dodging irregular octagons. The Shape of Things to Come.
Centipede: You kill just one centipede per level but you can’t just squash it under your boot. You have to kill it a little at a time. If it makes it to the bottom, you will die… and you deserve it, you monster…
Mario Brothers: Two Italian brothers in a sewer fighting and dying from heroic battles with turtles, crabs and moths. An indicator as to why Italy did so poorly in WWII.
Donkey Kong. A plumber rescues a woman from a giant ape. Why a plumber? I’d imagine they sent a soldier first, then a policeman, then a hunter, a commercial artist, a fry cook and THEN they tried sending a plumber.
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I loved Donkey Kong. 🐒🐒🐒🐒
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‘Twas a game of hard-fought love!
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I was real good at jumping over the barrels 😊
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I was terrible with the mallet. Mediocre at everything else. I had more fun watching someone good than playing it myself.
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I always imagined Pac-Man and Ms. Pac Man were married. These days, I think they are divorced. He kept calling her fat, which forced her into her bulimia. I’m cheering for the ghosts when I play Pac-Man. What a jerk!
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Pac-Man is, in fact, a jerk. You nailed it, Robyn…
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I remember Atari… and Pong. Yes. I’m that old.
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We had Pong in the mid-seventies when it was just a machine that only played pong…
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Yes.
Good times.
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Ok, you outdid yourself! I never thought of Pac-Man in those terms, but makes sense. ♥️♥️♥️
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Okay, you have to be in a certain demographic to even understand wtf you’re talking about. I’m in that demographic. Did you know a high % of those kids who grew up on these video games…and better ones as they came along…are now sitting in a little bungalow in Vegas, operating military drones flying over Afghanistan and places like that, dropping REAL bombs? The funny thing is, these drone operators STILL think it’s just a video game!
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The Ender’s Game generation!
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LOL!
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Haha, the anal-retentive space invaders! It reminds me of something out of a Douglas Adam’s book.
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He was an inspiration to us all… except me, I never read his books…
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Sounds like Missile Command is the prequel to the Pacman games…!
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Pacman is kind of post-apocalyptic…
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That’s certainly how I’d describe the 1990s Rave Scene.
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Love, love LOVE retro video games! This post was a refreshing reminder! 🙂
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