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12:13 AM on 11.10.2012

Introduction

If someone asked you to give one reason why you love videogames, what would you say? I would probably say «Immersion». To me this is the thing that makes gaming a truly unique experience – a chance to not only see a new magical world, but be a part of it. I have always thought that the night is perfect time for total immersion. Since it is dark and silent at night (well, unless if you’re living in downtown and you can only hear fucking car honking all the time),



you’ll be concentrated on that’s happening inside the game. You get this feeling like you’re on the moon, like you exist outside the system in some black nothingness and the only thing that matter right now is the game.



Now that I think about it, most of my memorable gaming moments have happened at night. And those are the moments I want to share with you, internet. This series is not about reviewing games, but rather sharing some of my gaming memories or weird thoughts that came to me in the middle of the night. To put it simple, it's about stupid random bullshit.



I've spent most of my childhood as a Sega Genesis kid. I've had a NES before (or rather Dendy – a Chinese clone of NES), but since it was hard to find any games for it in Russia back in the day, I pretty much gave up on the system (but later returned to it as a retro hunter to play many classics I’ve missed). Sega Genesis (or Mega Drive) was a completely different story – there were a lot of games available in my country for this system. My friend had a SNES and a huge collection of games what he bought in the states. So, this whole 16-bit console war didn’t bother me much, since I've had an option to play SNES in my friend’s house. But still I preferred Sega Genesis, because it was my console and I could play it anytime I want (especially at night).



One of the first games I’ve played on my Genesis was Street of Rage 2. I consider it to be my introduction to the «beat 'em up» genre, even though I’ve played games like this before. We all know how awesome Streets of Rage 2 was, I’m not here to talk about that. I want to talk about the first stage boss. So, Stage 1 is pretty basic stuff. The game introduces you to a number of enemy types, weapons,



the chicken.



After defeating the mid-boss, you go inside this bar. The jazzy tune kicks in and the action continues.



Near the end of this section, you notice a bartender in the background minding his own business. Nothing to worry about, right?



When you start fighting this dominatrix whip girl, you see him running outside and you start to feel kinda bad for the guy. You just broke all the chairs in his bar and probably scared him shitless. I felt like such an asshole.



And then I stepped outside.



There was no music, only sound of rain drops falling on the ground. I stood still, struggling to find out WTF is going on. There he was, the bartender. He was standing in the rain, waiting for me. His henchmen kneeling before him, acknowledging the superiority of their master and waiting for his order to tear me apart like a bunch of hungry wild dogs. And then it hit me.





When I was fighting inside the bar moments ago, he was watching me, studying my moves!



He looked so classy, but now he’s just another animal (kinda reminds me of Professor Ratigan from The Great Mouse Detective, actually). It’s almost like the game is trying to say that in order to beat the evil, I’ll have to become some crazy killing machine myself (wut?). His shirt explodes (because muscles), I shit a little in my pants, crazy techno music starts playing and I could only think of one thing....



I honestly don't know why I was so scared by this bartender, when I was kid. Maybe because I'm a little paranoid, or maybe because the first time I've seen him, I thought I could trush him, BUT HE STABBED ME IN THE BACK. Anyway, that's the end of this story. I hope you didn't hate it too much.
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