As I've pointed out in the past, I'm a huge gaming wuss--though I like to think I'm much better than I used to be. This particular brand of cowardice started very early in my gaming life, with a system that probably didn't instill fear in anyone aside from stockholders: the Atari 2600. It was the abstract, blocky representations within these simple games that played hell upon my young mind. Sure, a dragon usually ended looking like a duck on the system's puny hardware, but to the boundless imagination of a young child, that duck's about to leap off the screen and peck out your heart.
One 2600 game terrified me so much that I actually had to hide it: Berzerk. Maybe it was the killer robots, maybe it was the creepy, tense atmosphere--but I'd break out into a cold sweat anytime it was near. And to make me look even more pathetic, the commercial for Berzerk featured an octogenarian and her small grandson playing the game with absolutely no reservations.
Note: This is the one time I felt a sassy grandma was not nearly sassy enough.
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