I have an article up at D+Pad Magazine, lamenting the oncoming destruction of the final high street video game specialist. Oh there’s CEX, but that’s all second hand. There’s HMV, but they’re struggling too, and not really specialists. Sainsbury’s, Asda, all of those stores have videogames, but who there cares about them? What supermarket would take a risk on Catherine, or indeed any new game.
As I’ve probably said, videogames have been a part of my life since I was diagnosed with dyspraxia and possibly the best thing a nine year old could hear was uttered, “make this boy play videogames.” Oh yes. Validation. They’re great for my hand-eye coordination. The reason I love Dance Central and Rock Band are because they help me practice making my brain and body react in time with each other. But that’s a different story. This one is a story about a game store.
After writing this article, I spoke with the clerk who I handed my Mass Effect 3 pre-order slip back to. He was originally worried that customers would be angry at them, and pleased that they weren’t. The staff are as confused and worried about their jobs as we are. And just as desperate to find alternate ways of getting Mass Effect 3.