by Abby Gavit
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I have distinct memories of sitting in a book-cramped study and spectating over the shoulders of my male cousins while they traded the joystick back and forth in an attempt to beat the trench run level of X-Wing Alliance. It was summer in Texas, meaning that second story room was swampy and too warm with three of us clustered around the computer screen as my cousins flew and got shot down in rotation. Anyone familiar with that sequence in A New Hope knows it’s mesmerizing – that it has an evocative simplicity which still managed to capture my imagination even after being rendered down into clunky late-90’s era graphics. I remember being riveted. I also remember not being allowed to play.
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