Syp has a lovely post about missing the old computer stores. I can’t help but commiserate, though I fully acknowledge that things are categorically better (and mostly cheaper) now.
My first experiences buying computer games were from Chips-n-Bits mail order adverts in the old gaming magazines and, eventually, their catalogue directly when Dad starting getting that. In fact, the first game I ever bought with my own money was Might and Magic II: Gates to Another World, which, if I remember correctly, was $39 and I used the Christmas money from my grandmother to acquire. As a side note, even CRPG game designers back then knew better than to try to restrict your race and class, unlike some developers today.
And then one time, when we passed through Atlanta for some trip or another, we went to a giant computer store. I can not remember what the name of the store was. I could drive you there even to this day, as I remember its exact location, but I can’t for the life of me remember its name. And oh lord did we splurge. We spent hours in there, drooling over the boxes. I remember we bought Deathtrack, and probably 3-4 other games. And I remember regretting not getting one particular medieval game whose name I can’t remember, just that my parents talked me out of it because the cover had one knight getting brained by another with a morning star in a pretty graphic display. Deathtrack may have sounded bad, but at least there was no blood and guts I guess!
These days, when I wander into a computer section, about the only thing I’m in danger of picking up (from my wife’s point of view anyway) is an Ultimate Game Card or something like that.
So, like one of the commenters in Syp’s post, I have resorted to the purest form of nostalgia. I hoard boxes.
Now if I just had a computer that could play them. Or if GOG would somehow acquire the licensing needed…