Ummagumma

End of the 1990s: the CD player of the Rutile Family Bell Packard by swallowing the cake of Tomb Raider 2. Dropped directly near the Great Wall of China from a helicopter, Lara Croft glides elegantly along a smooth greyish stone wall. The British archaeologist sinks into a mysterious cave below. The sound of the gear blades is becoming more distant before turning off completely. A few clumsy steps forward when suddenly roaring breaks the silence! Just the time to rotate it on itself that the young explorer finds herself nose-to-truffes with two hungry tigers. The cave reveals its true nature: it was actually a den...

This was followed by a tsunami of chicken meat along the spine of the little boy I was. This distant memory is one of the most visceral of my discovery of the medium. Any of this guy's scenes? I have hundreds in memory. Like Hannibal Lecter in his mental palace, I often travel among the reminisces of my player's journey and re-immerse myself with delight in a striking sequence.

At the request of the works and over time, the eternal wonder in the face of discovery has left its place to a certain demand, without ever that magic fades away. The video game is an integral part of my life from my early childhood and will certainly accompany me until the day when, in a last breath, I will collapse controller in front of the twentieth iteration of Resident Evil.