I used to think Ms. PacMan was hot... but that doesn't mean I like fat chicks.
User Rating: 9.5 | Ms. Pac-Man ARC
Ms. PacMan was my first memorable venture into the video gaming industry. Growing up, my father had an intellivision, so I was used to having a console in my house since the early days. The controller looked like it would function better as the receiver to our home phone that it was suited to manipulate the mesmerising on-screen, flashing, box monsters. But I digress... Ms. PacMan was my introduction to video games outside of the house. It was the first arcade game that I wasted my mother's pocket change on. I had no idea what the objective was or how to adequately control that insatiable crescent moon with a hair bow. I saw those ghosts coming out and chasing me around, and I had flashbacks to earlier that same day when the recess bell rang and the jackass kids in dayglo jackets chased ME around the jungle gym for my lunch money. This later became quite a problem, as I would squander this $$$ in order to go play Ms. PacMan... no way in hell would I let those b@stard bullies get my money. SO-- back to the game-- those ghosts, crafty little devils that they be, boxed me into a corner before I came out of my schoolyard flashback. This seriously pissed me off. On to my second life. I go straight for the super pellet and then go after the ghosts. I was on a mission. I went after every friggin ghost, but just before I got the last one, my super pellet wore off. SON OF A B!%(#!!! Ok, third and final life... long story short, never made it past the first round. That was my first arcade experience ever (and the commencement of my video game induced anger management problems). I spent the last 23 years or so perfecting the ART of Ms. PacMan to the point where I know the patterns of the first two acts by heart (I can get up to Act 2 without even having to LOOK at the screen). And if I don't make it up to the pretzel before I die once, then it is a wasted cause. My accomplishments include setting the high score on all known machines in my area on ONE quarter. Enough gloating, Ms. PacMan was my first true love, and she has been kind to me over the years. All I need now is a Tabletop version of the game to replace my dining room table.
