I love video games. I have been loving them since my early childhood. And I don't know if it's pure nostalgia or if I'm just too old for all this new stuff with those popups (that declare me a “brown monk” for using a toilet or a “sadistic sniper” for shooting terrorists in their testicles) but I really prefer the older stuff. I became a GOG user when it occurred to me that you guys have Duke Nukem 3D, Blood and many other games that I played a lot or wanted to play a lot when I was a teenager – and couldn't ever get legally in Germany anyway. You guys aren't just dealing with games: you're dealing with childhood memories and missed oppurtunities. Infidels - like my lovable yet evil girlfriend - would say that you make people pay for something that they already bought a decade ago but I refuse to see it that way. I choose the romantic thought that I described above. You are my heroes.
When it occurred to me that every tuesday and thursday there's a new release these days became magical to me. All the days have been gray in my life, but you turned these two days into something special. Every tuesday and thursday I would wait for noon (or rather 1 PM) and wait in suspense, asking myself what classic game would return into my life next. Also friday became something special as this would be the day when I would buy a dozen of games thanks to your promos. Also the numbers 6 and 10 became something special (although they sometimes decided to turn into 3's, 5's or even 2's) – that was the price tag on all the love and joy that you have to offer. That's how my life's been since last summer. It was awesome.
But something odd happened recently. It's not about tuesday and thursday anymore, it's not about childhood memories or missed oppurtunities either. One would think that just offering more and doing this more often won't harm something that's been already there. But it does. My world is upside down, tuesday and thursday are suddenly the same as any other day of the week – at least that's how it seems to me. And the numbers 6 and 10 aren't that special anymore – 12 and 20 decided to join them recently and I fear that more will follow (if so, please let it be a 3 or 2 who sometimes turn into 1's). At least you've kept one promise: that everything you give to me is to be mine forever. And I am sure that this is how it's always going to be – but I'm still afraid... that the past will have to give way to the future. This is not how it was supposed to be – you've become my heroes for being different than anyone else, for dealing with forgotten memories. Please don't become like them, who boast with offering more pixels, more lies that are called “achievements” – don't forget the love.