Choose your future.

Choose 68K. Choose a proprietary platform. Choose an OS. Choose games. Choose a fucking CRT television, choose joysticks, floppies, ROM cartridges, and proprietary memory. Choose no pre-emption, crap programming languages and sprite graphics. Choose a safe early-80s sound chip. Choose a second floppy drive. Choose your side. Choose badges, stickers and T-shirts to proclam your loyalty. Choose one of the two best-selling glorified games consoles with the same range of fucking games. Choose trying to learn to write video games and dreaming you'll be a millionaire from your parents' spare bedroom. Choose reading games magazines and pretending that one day you'll do one like that in AMOS or STOS, while buying another sideways-scrolling shooter or a platformer and thinking it's original or new or worth the thirty notes you paid for it. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, running the same old crap games in miserable emulators, totally forgotten by the generic x86 business boxes with liquid cooling that your fucked-up brats think are exciting, individual and fun... Choose your future. Choose 68K... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to do that. I chose something different.