The title pretty much says it all for this one. Last night, while rummaging through my piles of useless things, something caught my eye. A wrinkled package with two CD's inside:
Stronghold 2. Now what you'll learn very quickly about me, is I'm a nerd. I've always been a fan of my video games, to put it mildly, so I was naturally quite excited to find one of my favorite childhood games. I popped the CD in the disk tray, followed the instructions, downloaded a CD crack so I could play with no CD, and opened the game.
Ah, the intro scene. I had seen this scene more times than I care to count, so it was skipped. I was then greeted by a voice all to familiar to me: the voice of your steward.
"Welcome, my liege."
This was it. I quickly started up a kingmaker game, a deathmatch, if you will, between myself and seven other lords. I allied myself with my favorite childhood characters: Olaf, The Hawk, The Bull, and Sir William. The game progressed quickly, with castles being build and destroyed as the battle moved with a serene ebb and flow between victory and loss. Slowly, my estate grew as the most powerful estate; a force to be reckoned with. I built up my army, marched to gates of the enemy castle, and awaited the dramatic showdown.
The burning carts were sent first, burning his castle, but the wells worked faster than the fires. They would have to go. A dozen trebuchets were set up, and proceeded to methodically hurl boulders on the enemy, razing the entire enemy castle. Archers were lined up, picking off and enemy soldiers that tried to attack. Their castle was falling.
After a short time, what was left was only the keep, with the king awaiting his fate on top. He stood, a stoic in nature, watching the destruction. It was time.
The enemy marched to his keep, up the stairs, and confronted him on the roof. The battle was quick, the outcome: predictable. After all, all kingdoms rise and fall eventually.
"Victory!" The words flashed across my screen. It was 4 AM. That was nostalgia; reliving your childhood until four in the morning.
Now that I've told my story, what do you do that makes you nostalgic?