My Steam collection is preposterous. Being filled with hundreds of games that were purchased under the “cheaper than a pint” mantra, I’m not short of beer substitutes for a very long time to come. In fact, if I just played every game I own for a mere scratch the surface hour, it would take an unfeasible chunk of my already limited gaming time.
If I include my entire backlog of games which ranges from 8-bit to recent times and chuck in Mame for good measure, then I’ve more chance of visiting every planet on No Man’s Sky. So now I stand over the ultimate 1st World problem precipice – choice. Far too much choice.
I’m a videogame glutton of the highest order. Trading in a game for the next best thing at CEX is sacrilege to me. I bought it, and I want to keep it. Yes, the grey world of emulation has certainly taken some weight off the attic joists, but the choice has only increased as a result. Emulation allows oneself to be a completionst with a visit to archive.org and suchlike. I was happy playing the aforementioned No Man’s Sky, then I took a notion for Windwaker, now Chuckie Egg is calling.
Choice gives us an overwhelming amount of variety and I can relax and enjoy a single game for the next game calling me before I’ve exhausted the current one. Writing this has been a better example of my longevity in a single thing than my current gaming habits. Right. Chuckie Egg…..