Showing posts with label videogames. Show all posts
Showing posts with label videogames. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Things we can and can't have

Every year, the manufactured housing community down the hill from my house has a community yard sale. The sales tend to be highly underwhelming, but they're a good bike ride, and ever so often there's a gem, such as the quad receiver I bought a few years back.

This year's prize was an Atari 5200 game console, complete with some games and a couple of the 5200's infamous joysticks. Ooh, I wanted one of those back in the day (I can clearly picture the display in Pamida), and the price was totally reasonable (30 bucks). But I knew, based on my 1990s swap-meet days, that it would almost certainly not work, and it would definitely not fit in my bike bags (the console itself was comically huge). And so I went home without it. I hope some other nerd snapped it up.

I did, however, buy a Matchbox version of the Citroen Ami - the adorably funky small electric car/"quadricycle" that we can't have in the US, sigh - and brought it home for boyo.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

SPACE CONQUERORS


So let's start this thing with a reference to something that I'm not sure anyone remembers and that I'm also not entirely sure exists. The game: Space Conquerors. The platform: Apple II. The time: the early 80s.

I'm sitting in some vehicle or other in the parking lot of some discount store in Fort Dodge, Iowa. It's cloudy. My dad comes out with a diskette. "They were selling these for 50 cents," he says, and I take a look. Space Conquerors by Softsmith. It came with instructions - long since lost.

What's the game all about? You're an explorer in space, and you can choose one of three jobs: miner, farmer, missionary. Terminology may be inaccurate, but let's GO!

Miner: You scoot around in exotic unpopulated planets, digging digging digging as your oxygen ran out in some insidious atmosphere. It was impossible, so I would sometimes go with:

Farmer: You're attempting to herd space livestock (heffalumps? was that the right term?) around in four quadrants of a field; they fertilize your crops, the crops feed them. You need labor, so how do you get it? No robots, no space slavery, just the MATE command. Once you've homesteaded, you type MATE. The disk drive, no joke, makes some pretty obscene sounds that I'm sure wrecked the school's disk heads, and then Mrs. Lookingbill looked over with a raised eyebrow, but you're playing it cool, and the computer asks you to ROLL YOUR LUCK; if you succeed, "YOU WILL SOON HAVE A CHILD." Well all right!

Missionary: You were a space missionary for the Lord of Light, so you travel off to far-flung places in the galaxy, set up shop in some public square in one of the little towns, and start preaching.

What do you preach about? I'm not entirely sure, but I remember typing "preach" over and over and over again and rolling my luck a lot and watching little pixel-blip people show up or leave. And then, as more people show up: something like A CUP OF BLOOD IS PLACED BEFORE YOU. Well, what are you going to do? DRINK. And then you roll your luck and it fails and the crowd starts stoning you, stoning you with little lo-res rectangles that go peep-beep-pip-beep-peep, and then you roll your constitution and it fails, and then you roll your luck! Roll! Roll! Roll! And then the screen is taken over:

I AM THE LORD OF LIGHT.

You survive!

The universe is empty and full of unsatisfactory job options!

No-one will ever know about this game - the only Google result will be someone buying this game for $65 on a certain internet auction site!

The antiseptic empty ring of commerce in the empty cosmos!

I AM THE LORD OF LIGHT!!!!!!!!!