IainGaming has always been a bit of an obsession with me. From my first console (a half broken, third hand Sega Master System II with no games other than the built in copy of Alex Kidd in Miracle World) I’ve been hooked, spending pocket money and wages alike on games and collectibles, although my most prized possession is actually something my girlfriend bought after weeks of nagging her last Christmas.
I am the son of Sparda....In miniture plastic form!
This ArtFX Statue of Dante from Devil May Cry 3 takes pride of place on my DVD rack, greeting anyone who enters my room, although he does share the limelight with a stuffed toy cat but that’s not important. My bedroom is filled with what are essentially toys, renamed as collectibles or “articulated figurines” to help self respecting adults like myself and the thousands of others who purchase them feel less like they’re suffering from a severe case of Peter Pan syndrome. Ryu of Street Fighter fame is preparing a dragon punch from the top of my Playstation 3, Marcus Fenix turns a grunt’s head into chum on my bedside table, Solid Snake furtively looks around my TV, Mario karts his way across my stereo and a Bullet Bill sits on my bookshelf, furious at his lack of movement. But my love affair with all things computer game related doesn’t end there, with calendars, wall clocks, badges, wallets, bags, CD Cases and peripherals all over the place, my room looks more like an Aladdin’s Cave of gaming than an area for peaceful slumber. Maybe some new pillow cases will help.
