8-Bit Love!

Innocence is something that we all have to lose eventually. For some of us it's something as simple as finding out that Santa Claus is not real (even though he is), or it can be as horrifying as walking into your parents bedroom to show them a drawing of a war picture you just made only to discover them completely naked in a reverse cowgirl. Sweet, sweet innocence.

Once it's gone you either never notice it was there in the first place, and instantly turn to a life of deep painful maturity, or you spend the rest of your life pining over how you did lose it and end up futily trying to get it back by dressing up in costumes based on bad Japanese RPG's with giant cardboard swords and fake spiky hair at every opportunity you get where it's semi socially acceptable. Or just cross dressing.

Luckily for me I've had the wonderful joy of losing my innocence at least three times that I can recall clearly. I won't go into walking into you know who doing you know what and I'm sure you unerstand why I won't do that. Well maybe I will later, but not right now. Actually what I would like to talk about is a different kind of copulation that had affected me in my early childhood.

In one of my earlier Facts I talked about my parents not having an effing clue about buying video games. In it I made a small reference to a "poorly translated japanese action/adventure game with RPG elements". That game was Golgo-13 for the Nintendo Entertainment System.

This game was definitely different. It had things in it that I had never seen before and were completely alien to me: Cut scenes, First Person levels, Badly Translated Drama, you name it! On top of that it was painfully difficult. You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, there were bad guys AND civilians to deal with, and on top of that electrified seaweed that could kill your ass in an instant if you weren't too careful. And don't even get me started on the mazes.

Part of me was upset because all I ever wanted out of a videogame was to shoot things, jump on mushroom creatures and save helpless maidens named after fruit. Then again getting a new video game for me was such a monumental event that I forced myself to believe that this was an awesome game. You play with what your dealt, right?

After hours of playing this torturous and confusing game that was unlike any other I finally started to enjoy it for real, but that didn't stop the game from being any less difficult. One of the 'objectives' in the game is to stop at a variety of hotels to meet 'contacts' who would provide you with 'information' that would help you progress 'forward'. Pretty heavy stuff for an eleven year old to grasp who's used to walking left to right and holding down the B button and drooling on himself.

Anyway, I get to one of the hotels to meet my 'contact' and it is nothing less than a ravishing 8-bit green haired women in a matching 8-bit green mini skirt. We talk for a bit about how I'm to acquire a variety of Scuba Gear, so that I can jump in the city river and swim around and avoid seaweed like an idiot. Suddenly this amazing 2D green headed vixen says it's such a lovely night and that no one should be alone (or something along those lines).

And then it happened.

I saw it! I saw it happen right before my own eyes! Video Game characters on my Nintendo were having sex! Two miniscule 8-bit silhouetted characters embracing in the night! They were doing it!

My first thought was 'No...Way!' This could not be happening. Video Game people don't have sex? They just go left to right, shoot, jump and die at my hands. This was real world stuff, and what the hell was it doing in my 5x6 NES cartridge? But that whole thought vanished after five seconds and was replaced by a fit of the giggles, and I promptly started showing this scene to all of my friends. They giggled too.

So why would seeing a bunch of crappy two dimensional action heroes suggestively copulate on my Nintendo cause me to lose my innocence (1 of 3 at least)? Because nothing in the video game world could ever match that moment, not one thing.

Every video game experience I had from that point on was kind of 'meh'. Hordes of demons charging me head on, exploring new worlds in true 3-D while brandishing nail guns, shooting watermelons on a countertop on an oil rig while avoiding terrorists, all of what could have been truly amazing video game experiences had been turned into merely 'meh'.

Why? Because I saw two people hump on my NES.

So it's a Fact: What could have been a life filled with wonderful, eye opening experiences of video game glory, had been lost because two horny 8-bit people decided to go at it on in front of my innocent eyes. Most likely in a reverse cowgirl too.

Bonus Fact: After they embrace, the lights go out and your life meter regenerates. If only that were true in real life.