Two hours ago I finished Return to Monkey Island. It resulted in me digging through old photos, talking to my dad on the phone, and losing myself for fourteen seconds.
In 2003, I brought Karaoke Revolution to Germany, kick-starting the success of Sony’s SingStar series. I am proud of my contribution at that time.
Nobody likes losing Pikmin. But when your own kids are involved, you have to pay extra close attention. Or you painfully learn something about the value of an individual.
A very specific dream keeps coming back to me.
Note: While I am writing this text, a little goose is running across my screen and showing me funny little pictures.
The soothing sound of my favorite game? Screams from hell. Let’s make a song out of it!
In 1993, huddled in front of a small monitor, I learned how much fear a few olive green pixels can cause you when they jump at you screeching.
The beginning of the game is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Completely overwhelmed, no longer measurable adrenaline output and an inner discomfort and feeling of pressure – never again have I experienced a better start to a game.