#gaming-nostalgia

#gaming-nostalgia

It's Christmas of 1994, and I am 16 years old. Sitting on the table in our family room next to a pile of cow-spotted boxes is the most incredible thing in the world: a brand-new Gateway 66MHz Pentium tower, with a 540MB hard disk drive, 8MB of RAM, and, most importantly, a CD-ROM drive. I am agog, practically trembling with barely suppressed joy, my bored Gen-X teenager mask threatening to slip and let actual feelings out.

Somewhere someone at Atari looked at the CX-10 joystick from the company's famous 2600 game console and went, that would make a killer decanter. And no, this isn't AI, it's hundred percent real... In fact, if you're a gamer in your late 40s (and beyond) and mildly irresponsible with money, please turn away immediately. The Atari Decanter is iconic, classy, and appeals to a unique niche of people - those who appreciate the finer things in life, but remember their roots.

All of a sudden, and all at once, the entire industry seems to have come to a realization: Ninjas are cool.

"I always found that view when you initially step out that side door to the sub-pens to be so immersive. It's as if you can feel the chilling fresh sea breeze blowing freezingly in your bones..."