You were my friends. Always there. Every time I was to jump over a deceptively easy gap, you got my back, Quick Save. I knew that if I fumbled my steps or a game designer had stuck some collision down and determined I shouldn't go there, you and your buddy Quick Load, would get me back to where I was.
If I saw a large enemy with obvious weak spots, we'd have a pep talk, then I would try and take him down. Sometimes it wasn't a problem, and the talk seemed like a waste of time, but more often than not, you picked me up when I fell.
If I said the wrong thing in a conversation, I could call on you to undo it all and make sure I got the best (read; correct) ending.
In fact, Quick Save and Quick Load, you are my best mates in the world of video games.
If I saw a large enemy with obvious weak spots, we'd have a pep talk, then I would try and take him down. Sometimes it wasn't a problem, and the talk seemed like a waste of time, but more often than not, you picked me up when I fell.
If I said the wrong thing in a conversation, I could call on you to undo it all and make sure I got the best (read; correct) ending.
In fact, Quick Save and Quick Load, you are my best mates in the world of video games.
