30 Years of PC Gaming: Why Can’t I Play on a Booklet CD?

Twenty years of PC gaming is the longest I’ve ever lived. At this point I really want to take a look at my childhood, which was very long, but also very long.

It’s Saturday, the fridge is empty, so I should go shopping again. Even though I have an uninspired shopping list, I unmotivatedly drag myself to the nearest supermarket in my least worn clothes and buy only the right items for you. I walk down the candy aisle and receive special offers. My metabolism was able to balance the large amounts of sugar I ate when I was nine years old. As much as I want to get out of the store again, I can’t resist a detour with the loud noise. I see that this book has an opportunistic eye on my heart. As soon as I look at the magazine screens, I notice how my simple tissue brain releases dopamine. After TV magazines and women’s nonsense, I go to gaming magazines. The selection has drastically decreased in recent years, but I only make a few specimens.

I still can’t grab that and go home empty handed. Of course, I receive articles and magazines from my work or write them myself. The most valuable experience I hope to hang on the magazine rack goes this far.

Also interesting: First piece of 30-year PC gaming magazine history.

Put what you can get.

My last experience was not as much as when I was a child. Seeing in video game magazines, the best available demos and full versions of what I saw was like. Without real money to make his own, and without the argumentative skills of a teenager who just keeps a secret from tricking his parents until he finds what he wants, there were plenty of options.

A magazine always let its own owner out of his parents’ ribs. The weekly shopping question when I was young was always a new question. What is the best magazine with the best CD-ROM?

I can’t say how many games I tried that didn’t have any full version. But what I do know is that I got everything from the demos. Every corner was checked down to the last speck of dust.

Even today, almost twenty years later, I have a detailed scene in my mind. I want to unpack the match-related titles again, but I have forgotten the game names for the cutscenes for a long time. No wonder they come from a time when the same age as you was still in the single digits. And as far as I can remember the names, the supposed masterpieces don’t seem to rank in any gaming classification, and in my professional opinion definitely defined the genre.

Added to this, the distorted memory of these must have been quasi-photorealistic games. If, in the unlikely event that it did get games back on the road, I would definitely be disappointed.

Unfortunately, most CD-ROMs at the time fell victim to relocation, but parents would have made the unfortunate decision that they didn’t need them. Therefore, we really have nothing left of the collection.

After my cold, dead hands had helped me.

Today I call some individual records mine. I can’t turn some magazines into a worn paper cover. The fact that the full version is Rollercoaster Tycoon is surprisingly easy to spot.

Rollercoaster was a cool game back in the day. As I remember when I was playing some good art on the park grounds. How far did I put the gondola from the roller coaster, before it hit the ground and caught fire? It certainly didn’t help my parents classify video games as non-violent entertainment.

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