Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

Posted on Nov 10 2013 - 9:43am by Tatjana Vejnovic
gstatj1 Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

Tatjana Vejnovic, 2D-X Managing Editor.

This past Mother’s Day, I visited my mom in the good ol’ town of Cleveland, Ohio. I sat in her modernly decorated living room when I spotted the Nintendo Wii that I bought her for Christmas nearly five years back, and several games I recommended or purchased for her.  Then it hit me: I could not remember a time in my life where video games were not in my household, or I played them on the weekends. My family was one that loved games, and it let me play a few hours worth of games per week. Video games have played a huge role in my life.

There’s a home video at my grandparents’ house that captures my family’s video game love. It was Christmas 1993, a couple of weeks after I turned three years old. I was sitting on the family room couch with a big box from my godmother. My mother was telling me, “your aunt Donna wanted to get you something real cool! Open it up!” So like any three-year-old on Christmas day, I ripped the wrapping paper right off the sucker to unveil the most amazing gift I had ever received: the Super Nintendo Entertainment System.

nostalgia Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

Looking at this picture has caused me to travel back in time twenty years.

My SNES came with the Super Mario Bros. All-Stars pack. The cartridge included Super Mario Bros. 1 through 3 , and the Lost Levels. I eventually added Yoshi’s Island to my collection, as well as Super Street Fighter II: Turbo, which ultimately changed my life forever. I was as happy as I could be. My mom was always working, so I’d be at home with my grandmother. I taught her how to play Super Mario Bros. with me, so we could play together. I can still hear her voice in the back of my head, “god damn turtle killed me again!”

As the years went by, I rented countless games from my local Hollywood Video. Starfox, Beavis and Butthead, Civilization, Donkey Kong Country, Doom, Earthworm Jim, F-Zero, Final Fantasy — the list goes on. And believe it or not, the last sports game I played was Madden NFL ’95. I never understood the concept of sports games, so after two days of opponents ringing up safety after safety, I cried for my mother to take me back to Hollywood Video and got Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles IV: Turtles in Time instead. Don’t even get my mother started on the late fees.

I never had an original Game Boy, or a PlayStation (my friend Joshua down the street had one, so my mom would just send me there to play with him). Heck, I didn’t even get an N64 until after I got a GameCube! One summer, I went over to my cousin Danny’s house and played Pokémon Red. I loved it so much (and it kept me so quiet), my mom took me to the Funcoland down the street to buy me a purple Game Boy Color and Pokémon Blue. Pokémon opened up a digital black hole that sucked me in and wouldn’t let me escape.

nostalgia2 Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

I remember calling my cousin asking, “how do I get out of the house?”

Pokémon became an obsession. I discovered the anime in the later parts of the third grade, spending my entire summer playing Blue and watching the VHS tapes of the show I had over and over again. In the fifth grade, Yellow hit retail and was damn near impossible to find. I had to get a raincheck at Toys-R-Us! One day after church, my mom and I went to see if any copies were available, and alas, they were. I was so excited to show my grandmother my new score that en route to the car, I tripped on a hole in the parking lot, and ate shit –Yellow went flying through the air, and my face went right to the asphalt. Lucky for me, my mother’s bitch level was very low, so she prescribed an ice pack to the face and a night full of Pokémon.

My obsession for the show died around the sixth grade, but my love for the game lived on. In my elementary school, there weren’t very many nerds. I often got made fun of, and had one friend. Maiove, who to this day is like a sister to me, would bring me cool magazines she’d find with Pokémon articles to read at recess. In middle school, I found the group of friends I’d stick with until I had to move away to college. We called ourselves The Holy Damn Table.

I got my GameCube in the sixth grade, and my PlayStation 2 in the seventh. The purple cube was a big deal for my best friend Nikki and me. I saved up all my birthday money for that and a small television for my bedroom. Nikki and I were Super Smash Bros. Melee champions. We were unstoppable. She played as Link, and I as Fox. We’d tear my cousins and our friends apart. After school, we’d sit on the phone for hours on end, playing with computer characters and on Melee teams with NPCs to better our skills and avoid doing homework.

The Holy Damn Table’s hangout was the GameCrazy about a mile from our school. We’d walk there on Fridays after school, and hang around. We were good kids though. When it was time for us to leave, we asked the managers for a broom, glass cleaner, and a roll of paper towels to clean up our mess. When the big bosses were there, we’d respect their space and hang out at the grocery store deli. Our group was so close with the staff there, my mom would make them a giant bucket of her homemade Christmas cookies every year. We were literally the only kids in town they’d tolerate.

One day, as I flipped through my GamePro (shit, I feel old typing that), I saw a review for the Resident Evil remake on the GameCube. The graphics were mad crazy! My grandmother took me to GameCrazy, and despite the M-rated warning label, felt I was mature enough, and let me go home with the strategy guide and game in hand. I went home and locked myself in my room, and was scared shitless for the rest of my life.

resident evil gamecube1 Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

Just looking at this made me pee a little.

‘Til this day, the remake of the initial Resident Evil is the scariest game I’ve ever played. If you don’t remember, or never played, let me remind of you the awful Crimson Heads. If after you lift the shotgun off the wall (and almost became a Jill Sandwich), you didn’t burn all your corpses, they’d awake into running zombies with claw hands. I remember playing as Jill and bending down to burn the last one and WHAM! Claws knocked Jill’s head right off her shoulders. I didn’t play the game for a week.

I had to tell my friends how awesome the series was. Kat and Nikki were the ones who liked it the most. Nikki bought the books, and would let Kat and me take turns reading them. Kat was the biggest fan out of all of us, buying the comic books and replicas — she had quite the impressive display in her room. Not to forget in high school, when the Outbreak titles came out, Nick, Devon, Christian and I started our own gaming clan still known as (OBK) on the Left 4 Dead servers.

The Resident Evil movies came out, and we’d make it a tradition to see them all together in the theatres. They were awful, but we found the zombies badass. Not to mention that Sandi, Kat’s mom, was the only mother willing to sit with us through this gore-filled flicks. I often have to remind myself how awful the movies are, but quickly remember how much fun I had watching them with my best friends.

Ah yes, Sandi. I love that woman as if she was my mother. We all did, and still do. There were frequent sleepovers at Kat’s house where we’d play Resident Evil, Smash Bros., or whatever the hottest game was at the moment. She’d take us to Scandia so we could play arcade games, and we’d all have our birthday parties there. Dance Dance Revolution was a huge hit among the group, and I still envy Alan’s ridiculous skills. We were a bunch of nerds with parents who didn’t try to change us. They let us play games, and didn’t try to force us to play sports or do girly things.

tekken3 Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

I’m certain that Namco still exists today due to all the quarters I donated for their cause.

The arcades are what started my Tekken craze. I was the athletic one among the group, doing anything from figure skating to soccer. To my luck, my figure skating rink (where I also had many birthday parties) had a decent arcade, too. I cannot tell you how many quarters I inserted into that Tekken 3 machine, but I can tell you I kicked many asses using both Mokujin, Nina, and Julia Chang. If a kid at the rink dared challenge me, they were in it knowing they were losing. My mother would end up having to pull me by the hair to get me to leave. If there weren’t any kids around, however, I’d stick around the Super Puzzle Fighter II machine, which my mother would actually play with me.

It wasn’t until high school that my gaming love rose to a whole new level. There was a game that ate my life; it was perfect. It was paced so I could do homework while camping notorious monsters and waiting for events. Nearly every person in The Holy Damn Table played it. We raided our parents’ credit cards and got away with it for years. That game was Final Fantasy XI.

Wallpaper Final Fantasy Xi Vision Of Ziraat 01 1280x960 1024x768 Resident Evil and Final Fantasy were the gateways to friendship and love

Not World of Warcraft, not Guild Wars, but yes, Final Fantasy XI. I’d pour my change jars and save up my allowance to give my mother that $13.95 a month. Some months I’d get away with it, other months I wouldn’t. We revolved our lives around that damn game. We’d ask our parents for “teleports to the kitchen,” and cast spells on each other through the halls. Shit, my high school graduation ring (which was nearly $400, has a platinum band and a giant Topaz rock) has an engraving in the band that reads: “Siyra of Diabolos.”

I made some of my best friends in that game, and even found the person who I still consider the man I’m supposed to be with. My friend Dave, who lives all the way in Rhode Island — a man I’ve never met in person — I consider one of the closest people to my heart. I’ve known Dave for ten years. I cried on the phone with him when he went through breakups, we’d call each other and talk all night about random bullshit. Shit, sometimes we still do. We even worked for the same companies and had the same positions (managers at both Hollywood Video and GameStop).

The man I’m supposed to be with? Well, that’s a whole story in itself, and a story only a few people know. Distance was always a factor, and I moved around a lot after high school. I still talk to him, although not often enough. I told him I was coming back, and how much I wanted to see him again. To catch up. I still remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. I was seventeen years old, and shook like a small wet Chihuahua in the Alps when I made eye contact with him for the first time. What it’d be to be young again.

You may wonder why I’m telling you this bit of my love life. I’m sitting here on this flight back to Los Angeles giggling to myself, the butterflies flying around in my stomach. This epic chapter in my love life, which has yet to even close, was all because of a video game. Not because of school, not because of someone setting me up, but because of Final Fantasy XI. Sure, laugh all you want, I’m not ashamed! I think it’s wonderful that video games can bring love to people. My ex met her husband on LiveJournal, and I know another couple who met on World of Warcraft. This is the modern day and age! We use the internet to find love — shit, my mother met my stepfather on the Internet! And guess what? They’re happy!

The games we’ve grown up with, the games we enjoyed — these have all created not only memories, but also standards and styles that cater us as individuals. I played Street Fighter for many years, but it wasn’t until I picked up on Tekken that I realized my skills were higher in that type of fighter. This has created a taste, and the years of Tekken have created a style, which I use to defeat my opponents.

Resident Evil scaring the living daylights out of me as a tween has also created a standard for horror games. Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem was a close call on that note, screwing with my head at times. Games like Left 4 Dead and F.E.A.R. were more on the jumpy and gory side, but never quite cut it for me. The early Resident Evil games are my definition of survival horror — and always will be.

Sure, there were many more games that impacted my life. Sonic Adventure 2 was one of them (dat soundtrack)! But I’m not going to sit here and go through each one. My purpose was to show you as gamers, we’ve all been touched and affected one way or another. We may call ourselves gamers, but we often forget our roots and how we got to the point we’re at today.

And now it’s the year 2013. I’ll be twenty-three years old this year, and here I am, Managing Editor for 2D-X, writing my own personal gamer’s manifesto to the world. Sharing my memories with all of you, with no shame at all that I am, one hundred percent, a nerd. I hope in ten years I’m still doing this. Writing about games and nerd things for the world to see; to be a relate-able figure to those who do not want to admit their nerdiness or profess loves they found in an MMO. If you are ashamed, there is no need to be. We are gamers, and we are one.

WordPress Author Box

Gamer. Photographer. Internet superhero. Commander Shepard. Specializing in urban decay photography and being a gamer since she was two, Tatjana is one unique cookie. Not only does she climb fences and risk arrest for the perfect shot, she's also convinced that she's actually Commander Shepard.

Follow me on Twitter
Follow @ on Twitter

Leave A Response