Make no mistake, both East and West alike have been plagued for years by worthless unlockable tchotchkes, parasitic DLC, and other cynical means of �enhancing replay value� (is there a more soullessly corporate piece of gaming lingo in existence?), and the once-mighty gaming temples known as arcades have toppled from grace in spectacular fashion across all continents, retaining only a handful of devotees across the globe. In the meantime, the spirit of these �Old Gods� burns decidedly stronger in the East, just as it always has. Not only does the proud arcade scene yet retain a notable foothold here, but Japanese developers keep the most tightly-controlled game design elements where they belong: within
the game itself, not in
how the player takes it in. They continue to make (Japanese)
games, not (Hollywood)
experiences.
To some, this is a frustrating farce of childish longing for a golden age that never really was; to me, right or wrong, it�s a due display of reverence for the powers, both real and imagined, which granted that original, vital spark, not of
existence, but of
life to video games, a display for which I will continue to express my own appreciation.
The East, after all, is where those majestic Old Gods still dwell, and where I, as a gamer, dwell also.
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