Hahaha, I remember these!
My mom? A PC person.
My dad? A Mac person.
I remember going to his office on campus and he’d have one or two of those original iMac computers (the ones with the big backs and transparent color cases) in there for his grad students to use. He also had one at his condo and we had a tangerine iBook clamshell.
Lotsa Mac, is what I’m saying.
Back in…junior high?…he gave me one of the old iMacs and I would set up a little cushion fort in the living room around the coffee table (where the iMac was) and just play and type and do random stuff on that computer.
One of the things I’d do was play with the MacInTalk voices because they were fun and I was 12.
Anyone else remember these?
That “Hey you! Yeah, you! Who do you think I’m talking to, the mouse?” whispered phrase still lives in my head today.
If dyslexics wrote the Constitution we would have the right to arm bears!
Dear god! A new obsession! I need some serious help.
So I went to this “download free PC games” site because I was looking for this old Mac game called “Spin Doctor” (ever heard of it? It was a win) and was hoping there was a Window’s version made. There was!
But that’s not my new obsession.
I was dinking around on said “download free PC games” site, looking for other obscure games from my childhood. I then came across an unfamiliar game entitled “Life and Death.” Intrigued, I downloaded it.
HOLY CRAP IT’S THE BEST 1988 PC GAME EVER!
You play a doctor in a pixilated world with sexy pixilated nurses. You constantly do your rounds, which, so far in my experience, involve you palpating patient’s abdomens and assigning them further observation, medication, x-rays, or surgery for appendicitis. Then you perform surgery, though the furthest I’ve gotten is injecting the antibiotics, mainly because there are no instructions to be found on how to actually operate. The only directions you get are ambiguously-labeled bottles (why the “antibiotics” syringe was labeled with a “B” is beyond me; after trial and error with the “A” syringe that is apparently filled with something that will kill the patient, I finally figured that one out) and the snide comments of your fellow surgeons (“doctor, surely you’re not going to wash your gloves,” “what are you doing with that bottle of blood?” “that’s a rather unorthodox way of sterilizing the skin,” and “you are not authorized to perform surgery!”). But if you mess up, it’s okay—they send you off to “med school” (a closet of a room in the actual hospital) where the teacher gives you a brief, rather directionless description of what you should do next time and you’re off to save more lives. What a grand time, being a surgeon!
I can’t stop playing this freaking game.
Seriously.
I need therapy.
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