RED SHIP.

The Red Ship.

Familiar to those who’ve played Galaga as the form a player ship takes when captured by an enemy. At one point I entertained the thought of getting this as a wrist tattoo. In some moments, I still do.

At the time, my girlfriend and I had a competition going on. Both of us were avid fans of Galaga, and early in our relationship our scoring competition induced chemistry between us and left a lasting impression. The two ships remain a symbol of the bond.

In Galaga, the red ship becomes not only an enemy, but a possibility. If you can fire upon the enemy holding the ship prisoner, you can recapture that ship, and have it fight for you, doubling your firepower. However, if that’s the case, then what does that mean for the personal meaning of the symbol?

Am I the red ship? What has now become the enemy? A once ally turned against them? Or is she the red ship? Captured by the enemy, potentially returning to fight by my side?

Either definition is seems misplaced for my state of being. What once started as a vague symbol for a bond has been warped by both my changed relationship, and by meaning the mechanics of the game have begun to apply to this symbol. In time, the memory of all of this will fade.

What will be left will be a red ship, caught in the enemy grip. A single stray shot will destroy it.

4 thoughts on “RED SHIP.”

    1. I’ve been permanently affected by videogames in nearly every facet of my life.

      Also reading Gamer’s Quarter helped me realize that videogames have so much more emotional potential than we typically give them.

      1. Once again, Gamer’s Quarter is likely to blame for that. Hearing stories of the Untold Arcade, and things about trekking through a Russian subway to play bootleg Contra arcade machines during one’s childhood instilled a sense of wonder for those lovely arcade games in me.

        Although I suppose I’ve always been an arcade gamer at heart.

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