Lucky Wander Boy
It's the mid-90s and Adam Pennyman's got no particular place to go, so he finds himself in a Los Angeles apartment with a cranky soon-to-be-ex girlfriend and a copy of MAME, everyone's favorite game emulator. His collection grows until he feels compelled to document it, or his life as realized through his gaming, in an unpublishable text called the Catalogue of Obscure Entertainments.
Unimpressed, his girlfriend starts edging out of his life just as a chance meeting with a former friend lands Adam a copywriting gig at Portal Entertainment, a dot-com ostensibly in the process of turning various videogame properties into movies. (The real business, of course, involves turning smoke and mirrors into venture cap; alumni of, oh, D*N or El*ctr*m*dia are encouraged to up the dosage of whatever they're taking to quell the flashbacks during the passages describing Portal's office culture.)
But Portal puts Adam within reach of the gamer's Grail: Lucky Wander Boy, a rare and bizarre game created by the reclusive Araki Itachi. Lucky Wander Boy was years ahead of its time, and so intricately coded that no one, no one, ever reached third level. Or have they? Adam nearly did once, long ago, and has been haunted ever since by a memory of gameplay that just couldn't have truly happened... could it? Adam will go far to find out. Very far indeed.
I love me some metaphysical conceits in my fiction, so strictly for the description of the Lucky Wander Boy game I'd rate this book highly. (It doesn't exist. It couldn't exist. I want it to exist. Dammit.) The author's done a fine job capturing a certain kind of thinking that occurs when smart people start reading deeper meaning into their obsessions.
Adam's ruminations on many of the classics (Pac-Man, Microsurgeon, Donkey Kong, Super Mario Bros., et al.) ring player-true -- which is why it's so glorious and scary when he goes off the rails with you right beside him. If you played in the days when primitive graphics and freshly-minuted archetypes made gameplay somehow even more addictive, this book will cause howls of recognition. Best of all, it's well-written and for the most part affectionate to the subculture; be glad this quasi-historical novel was written by the promising Weiss and not by that maiden aunt of yours who wouldn't let you have any more quarters.
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First Post - haha
Wow, I might get first post on this...
I love Arcade games, back in the day, tho I am only 22 now. I wished more of them were still around. You see the random DDR pads and House of the Dead 2 machines, but that is about it. Where did they all go?
The Galatic Freedom Force marches on! Defend!
I claim this first post in the name of the anti-war coalition for baby Jesus!!!!!
All the best,
--Bob
It is official; my access_log confirms: Phoenix is dying
ONE more crippling bombshell hit the already beleaguered Phoenix community when Microsoft confirmed that Phoenix market share has dropped yet again, now down to less than a fraction of 1 percent of all desktops. Coming on the heels of a recent review of my apache user agent logs which plainly states that Phoenix has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Phoenix is collapsing in complete disarray, as fittingly exemplified by failing dead last in the recent "Who's Yer Daddy" browser popularity contest.
Adam is a very sad little boy.
Mix the failings of Usenet with the shortcomings of the World Wide Web and the result is slashdot.
I'd like to issue a formal complaint concering your stark nakedness.
-prator
I almost shot soda out my nose when I read this....lol...
They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution, to...protect me from the enemy, myself
Uh, shouldn't that be "42nd President"?
No, wait that would be "Horny Party Boy".