Monday, August 07, 2006

The Big Game

Thoughts came into my head when I finished a computer game last week. I couldn't bring them into vocabulary until a couple of nights ago, a unique friend of mine powered the thoughts, and now I'm going to share them:

Welcome to the virtual dream vision. You're infront of a door upon which you see a sign saying "GAME NET". You enter and to your surprise, you see billions of weird creatures sitting behind billions of screens with gamepads in their hands.

You start walking along the corridors of systems. You look at the screens to see what they play. The games look so familiar and yet so strange; that's because of the dream. You're right through a dream.

These game fanatics are weird. Some look adorable and lovely. Some, on the other hand, look horrible. You look closely, they really look like angels and demons, sylphs and monsters. One is so happy, another so sad. One laughs, the other cries,another grins.

You stop by an angel and decide to start a conversation. But she tells you, reluctantly, that it's no time to talk, that you have to wait until it gets dark and hope that the game pauses. "Pause?",you ask yourself. Can't she just press the ESC botton herself? What if she gets tired?! Well. You really want to know about these games and this place. So you willingly wait.

It gets dark and midnight. Hopefully the system goes stand-by and the gool looking angel is free to talk.

-Hello. art thou the one I beheld in the midst of the game?
-Yeah, I just found myself here... What's in this place?
-Oh dear stranger! We are playing-Forgive me...I speak like this...The games have affected us all.
-I'm sorry?
-Nothing...You ask about the game?
-Yes... Actually...what you familiar.
-Oh, let me show you a demo if you're so interested.

She takes you into another room, and turns on a PS2; The NEW GAME icon is blocked, but there's an open DEMO icon. The angel tells you that this DEMO thing is acutually the very first version of the game. She clicks the Demo. There are two characters to choose, ADAM and EVE. They remind you of something, but you can't remember what; you can as soon as you wake up...if you remember anything of the dream. She chooses ADAM and enters the password for +5 warning pop-up and starts the game. She explains that a great amount of the modern games require +25, +35 or even higher passwords. Those games are not specifically for angels but for demons.

The Demo starts and its setting is a lovely garden. The angel tells you that this primitive version of the game is called "Eden", and that it was produced by "John Milton", one of the many nicknames of The Master.

The day has just broken, so the angel stands up to go to her own system. She allows you to spend the next day in the corridor.

A bussy day, in the Game Net. Crowded as yesterday. You walk along the corridor, watching the screens.

On the first screen, there are two lovers, sitting on a bench in a park, kissing so passionately. The player is a good looking angel who says the boy is the hero, he's poor and that the play is tedious. Only when he's with the beloved the game sounds enjoyable. The player tells you secretly that she has downloaded some cheats for the game that could make a fortune for the boy. But she's afraid The Master would find out...

On the second one, you see a grown up,handsome gentleman driving a car. He is going to the university. Apparently he's a professor. The player tells you that the game started from his infancy and that she's playing the climax of the game. The man has been a highly succussfull person, an "A" grader at school all the time. He is also the father of a very lovely family; a fair wife and adorable kids. The player insists that she hasn't used any sort of cheat throughout the game. Suddenly an ear-splitting sound of a horn from the speaker distracts you. You see a truck on the screen coming toward the man and his car. The man can't just control the car and crashes into the truck. All you see are split and crushed pieces of brain and skull on the broken windshield of the car. The little angel screams and the game is over. She must shut down the system and wait for a new game.

On the third, there's an old man, sitting on an old wooden chair infront of the window. Window of a house in which he was born, grew up, married, divorced, remarried ,redivorced, got old and was left alone by his children. He's inhaling the scent of memories. That's the end of the game. What a moment!


Blogger Hooman said...

Loved it, you're growing as an artist, :-)

4:10 PM  
Anonymous ALI said...

Are we The SIMS? or The Truman in our own show? but sure there is a WILL in this game,although limited.

12:18 PM  
Blogger Fatemeh said...

Great, I like it.

10:27 PM  

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