We were young, had ttime, and were oblivious to reality. Now most of us are in or graduated college, bogged down by draining schedules and responsibilities. There were far more people playing, people who were willing to take risks and do stupid shit for the hell of it. Our younger selves had stamina, efficiency, and a sort of willingness to just have fun while letting most drama slide.
It isn't like that anymore.
We realized that the inescapable march of time was gaining on us. Sooner or later, people would have to move on. The game wasn't as much fun anymore, and we decided to either migrate to other games or leave the whole machine to waste. That's what most of did, but for some, they just couldn't bare leaving behind the very game that once had made them so happy. We are those people, and now look at us. Miserable, depressed, anxiety-ridden, and awaiting the inevitable collapse of civilization due to greed. Things back then may have not been all that great, but compared to now, it was paradise on Earth.
There is something in almost every child and adolescent that makes everything seem much better and brighter than it actually is. It allows them feel enagaged, important, and loved. We had the capacity to feel connected, a capacity that no longer exists after multiple jaded experiences. That spark of life that was once strong within all of us, can never again be reignited. Soon enough, we'll all be dead, and the remains of what was once this beautiful game will disappear along with us. Just remember, that for a small but incredible time in our lives, we were once so incredibly excited to shoot and stab at pixels on an average-looking indie game.
