And nobody seemed to have a problem with that.
I realise that there wasn't the graphic realism that we have today. I refuse to let me 11-year old play Call of Duty or Fallout 3 or anything like them, much to his disgust. All his friends do, he whines. And it's true, they do. But he's not. I'm afraid that's the cost of having a games-savvy dad.
|Death, in all its gory glory!|
I don't think that it is. It's a far cry from Who Dares Wins II to Battlefield 1942. There's a big difference between seeing someone's blown-out eye flying up the road in super-slo-mo and seeing a dead sprite disappear. So if the lad wants to play 8-bit games or arcade games from the Eighties, I'll let him. I played them when I was about his age, so I can't really have any objections, even if the aims are technically the same. The other stuff... that can wait.