Hey guys. I was playing some games on my Atari Flashback 2 over the weekend and thought it would be a great idea to create my own game for the Atari 2600. Turns out it's not as easy at it seems even with the advent of batari Basic, but I have made some significant progress over the past few days. The name of my Atari game is "Cold December Air" mostly because it sounded cool and I wrote a storyline which coincides with the game. So far, the game consists of a title screen and really glitchy boss battle in which the villain re-spawns every time you kill him. Anyway, I'll keep posting new developments and I have attached some screenshots and the back story I wrote below.
Cold December Air Storyline
I was met with the bitter wind of the cold December air as I emerged from the corridor of my brownstone and stepped onto the cobbled street below.
"She's gone," I thought to myself. "She's all alone. She needs me."
It was on cold nights like this that I would hold Eleanor in my arms by the fireside and dream about what our life would be like together. We would sit there, deep in our marriage, and make plans for the holiday feast or maybe even talk about what name to give our child whenever he, or she, was born. Eleanor had so many plans for the future - plans that would now never be realized. This was a fitting night to join her. It began to snow softly as I strolled down Tillary Street and took a left in order to turn onto the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge. The piercing darkness of East River somehow reassured me of my decision. It was time. Slowly pulling the revolver from my coat pocket, I noticed a stranger walking toward me, partially concealed by the fog of the coming storm.
"He won't interfere," I thought, "it's New York, after all."
I was jolted by an icy chill as I pressed the frozen steel of the barrel to my temple, causing me to fumble and nearly drop the revolver onto the blanket of snow below.
"Damnit, Jacob!" I whispered to myself. "It's now or never."
That's when I noticed it - the stranger's crimson scarf illuminated by the vague incandescence of a partial moon. I had seen that scarf before. I had seen that man before. He was kneeling over Eleanor's body that night, the knife in his hand. He escaped, but karma has finally corrected it's error. He ran when he saw the glint of the revolver in my hand. He won't escape this time.