Sim City 2000 & Playing God

Now that I had a PlayStation of my own, Alonzo and I would often lend each other games; the perks of being neighbors. Granted, my relationship with money has always been a bit evasive, but I would save up pennies if it meant I could walk to Game City and purchase a new game for my collection. I remember the excitement of holding the weight of those coins in my palm, knowing that they held the promise of an entirely new world to explore. Looking through the glass counter down at those plastic-wrapped cases seemed a completely different experience when I had $49.99 plus tax in my pocket. My heart raced as my eyes scanned the array of possibilities, each title promising a unique experience. And then, I saw it: Sim City 2000. The idea of playing GOD instantly became appealing to me, as though I had just discovered the ultimate power. I could practically taste the control I would have over a digital city, a metropolis of my own design. I ran home with my purchase, the anticipation building with every step. My pulse quickened as I carefully peeled off the plastic wrap and inserted the disc into the PlayStation. I dove in head-first to this newly acquired digital realm, a metaverse of its own kind. The game’s soundtrack put me under hypnosis, the steady beat and rhythm guiding my every decision. I began to compartmentalize the city’s infrastructure. I could see the water pipes and electrical lines clear as day, and I started laying down the foundation. Roads produced traffic, and skyscrapers produced jobs. Hours turned into days, and I worked tirelessly in crafting the perfect city that would thrive for centuries to come. My world was buzzing with life, my digital citizens living their pixelated lives, oblivious to their godlike overseer. And on one fateful day, both a tornado and UFO would hover over my city and destroy my creation, teaching me a valuable life lesson: sometimes, shit just happens. Heartbroken but wiser, I packed up the disc, headed across the hallway, and knocked on Alonzo’s door. As he answered, I said with a smile on my face, “You need to play this shit.” My words were filled with excitement, fueled by the emotional rollercoaster I had just experienced. I knew that he too would become engrossed in the godlike power of creation, and that we would have hours of conversation about our cities and the decisions we made as digital deities.

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