i wasn’t allowed to have video game systems as a kid. the closest my sister and i got was a commodore 64 and we only got that because you had to program your own games and my parents thought that would be a good skill for us to have. so i was raised on a little game called jumpman. for those not as fucking cool as me, jumpman was a game where a man would jump.

sometimes from platform to platform, sometimes up to grab ropes or over things. it was 30 levels of jumping. the goal was to pick up these kind of orange do-dads. was he eating them or gathering them up like gold? to this day, i don’t know.

just the other day, a friend of mind introduced me to a flash game called boxhead. it consists of a man with weapons shooting zombies. but the graphics harken back to my old jumpman days. sure, there’s a lot more blood but something about it makes me feel like a kid again. a blood-thirsty, zombie-destorying kid again.

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