Back when I was just a wee Deartháirling, my parents decided of their own volition that we needed a computer. I certainly wasn’t going to complain, but I didn’t really understand their motivation. Didn’t they know that computers were for video games? Those same video games that they had said were a big waste of time when they had refused to buy any of the gaming consoles — okay, pretty much just the original Nintendo at that point — that you connected to your television? Those same video games that they insisted would do nothing but rot our brains?
Nope, sure didn’t!
They thought that computers were just for spreadsheets and word processors and 3D wire-frame representations of things. I don’t think they were terribly happy when I saved up and promptly went on a video game buying spree. But it was very educational, the whole process. I learned quite quickly that I was no good at video games whatsoever. My cousins could pick up a new game and start hacking and slashing their way through it in seconds. I would just walk into walls or crash into trees and then die. And I never really got any better.
So I was rather excited, in 1991, when a totally new style of game called Civilization came out. I saved up and bought it, knowing nothing more about it than the caption on the back of the box. I promptly fell in love with it, and to my own astonishment, proved to have far more of a knack for it than most of my compatriots. It occupied many hours of my life, as have each successive reincarnation of the game. No other series has managed to get me quite as addicted as Civilization, although I admit the Diablo series gave it a good run for its money.
What was the first video game to ever get you horribly addicted, and why?