My nephew, who is six and thinks video games are completely rad (although I had to explain the meaning of the word “rad” to him today) has long labored under the belief that I create video games rather than simply write about them. I’ve never had the heart to let him know that I am a mere media parasite, in part because he has no idea what in the world it means to be a media parasite.
Anyway, he’s in town today with the rest of his family, and he has decided to finally begin pressing the issue. He’s been asking me to create a game for him for a couple of years now, and he simply won’t take “I don’t think I can” for an answer. This afternoon he wanted to know when I’m finally going to make his game.
“What is this game you want to make?” I asked.
“Um,” he said, scarcely believing his good luck that maybe I was finally going to begin assembling his dream creation for him. “It’s… you have an arrow, that’s a rocket ship. And you have to shoot meteors. They come from the side.”
I could be mistaken, but I’m fairly certain that a game like this is easily within the realm of possibility in WarioWare DIY. We’ll give it a go tomorrow, and if it works out, that means Nintendo will have made me into a superhero in the eyes of at least one human being. You’d think they’d include that as a bullet point on the package.