Out with the old...in the with...who? :
A Musing On Brent Murray's Semi-Retirement and Who We Are Without Him
As I write, it is a cold winter's night outside. The gales are blowing with the force of a high wind, the snow is falling rapidly and hard onto the cold ground. I, though, am wrapped up inside a cosy armchair with a shawl draped modestly over my shoulders (the dealer I bought it from claimed it was woven by John Romero - I'm not so naive, but I am also a man who takes chances). I hold in my hand a glass containing a Scotch my father gave me for my birthday, and I slowly take small sips of it, letting it fill my body with warmth and affection. Sitting here like this, shielded from the elements like a baby lamb, I am reminded of the state of gaming today.
Brent Murray was a man. A man who made, played and ate games. Not all of us here can make that claim - not matter how much we would like to. Can I? Well, I'll leave that for others, and history, to determine. My game making exploits are well known, it is what has made me famous and infamous in certain circles. But I digress. Sirs, and girls, we are not the same without him. This is what I submit. Without him, we are not the way we were, but in a world where everything is so ephemeral is that such a mournful fact? I say, yes. Others will say, no. C'est La Vie - the spice of life is hidden in it's variety.
On my first encounter with Brent Murray, he was gibbering excitedly about his latest brain-spawn, "Monopolo", an online combination of Monopoly and Water-Polo. Like so many others, at first I balked at such a proposition:
"Monopoly? And Water Polo? Sir, you've a screw loose!", I harshly shrieked. Like a banshee, waiting for it's prey, being afraid of anything different and new. How did Brent Murray react? Ha, well, he simply whispered:
"Genius is a horsehair away from being mistaken for being stupidity..."
I remember those words well. I stopped dead in my tracks - worried, perhaps, that I had spoken too soon. Worried that I had snuffed out that gentle genius of Mr. Murray before it had even a chance to reveal itself to the world like a lone flower in a big empty field.
Today...I realise that my fears have come true. Good bye, Mr. Murray. Things won't quite be the same...If I had a nickle for every time I had to say that, I would be a very sad and lonely millionaire, in a garden of idiots, plucking the weeds...
- - Ribbit Gizmo