My first few days of a Dragon Quest

On November 1st, 2001, I went to my local target and picked up a game merely by chance on it's release date. That game was Dragon Warrior 7 and I can honestly say that it had a profound impact on the way I see the world and how much I adore anything and everything nostalgic.

The game brought me to an ancient and forgotten temple made by an innocent people in a barren world that consisted of nothing but a single island. You play as a child who has a penchant for exploring with his buddies and you just so happen to unlock the secrets to restoring the world to what it was before time forgot it. You and your merry men journey through both time and space battling everything from slimes to the devil. This was no short journey either as the average span of the game was easily 100 hours.

The game enforced the morals and values that we've all had bestowed upon us as children and presented us with stories of other people's folly. When one town spit in god's face or became too greedy, they would get decimated by an inferior army or turned to stone. That's my kind of heavenly punishment in a game. This world gave me exactly what I wished for in this world; an adventure that I could call all my own and play my own way.










Fast forward 8 years and I find myself a cynical adult with a stinted way of viewing the world and then suddenly from nowhere, a Slime attacks. I procured a copy of the newest remake in the Dragon Quest series and I find myself lulled back into the childish way I used to view the world. One might think this would be a bad thing, but I haven't enjoyed a game like this in quite a while.

It's kind of late at the moment so I'm almost at a loss of words as far as portraying exactly how this makes me feel. I'll just say it's leaving me giddy for now.