
The Commodore 64 was one of the greatest home computers ever. Even though game play has grown more sophisticated over the years, I don't think I've ever enjoyed a game system or PC quite as much at the old C64.


Adding to the game's complications were Magenta and Columbia, who would steal your clothes if you touched them. Hands covering your shame (so to speak) you'd have to locate your clothes before you could continue the game ... but Eddie'd probably get you no matter what you did, so why bother? Everything I know about nihilism I learned from the Rocky Horror game.
I don't remember how I came across the game but I didn't buy it (I don't remember ever seeing it in store, either.) I was part of a fairly elaborate network of game pirates at the time, guys who used charming nicknames like Dr. Abortion. My handle, not surprisingly, was Creepshow.
Addendum: It looks like I might have another chance to see Rocky Horror with an actual audience. More on that later.
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