The time comes in every man’s life when he has to grow up. In that moment, after he’s been dragged through all the Nine Circles of Hell, he has to get up, look at the Devil and say: “Is that you’ve got, you miserable twat?” He has to grow balls of steel. That’s when he can tackle any challenge.

That moment in Jimmy Irons’ life came when he was trying to complete “Mario, the Lost Levels” on speed run, without dying. He had trained for months and that was the moment of truth. He would either succeed and be proud or fail and be miserable until the next try.

Jimmy was an oldschool gamer. He understood games well, both the new one and the old ones. He understood their character. The old games were like the hardened father who wants you to man up. He wants you to prove your worth if you’re to be called his son. He wouldn’t be there to hold your hand every step of the way. He would help you understand that you’re on your own until the very end. You would hate him for it. He would punish every failure, and not really appreciate small successes. But he will teach you how to fight and never give up; how to get up every time you fall. He would really care about your future and what becomes of you. And in the end, when you’ve managed to complete his challenges, he would finally show his love, in his own way. You’d be grateful, understand why he did all that he did. You’d be proud.

New games, on the other hand were like the careless step-father who tries to buy your love. “Oh, this game is too hard for you? Here’s an achievement so you don’t feel like a total loser.” He would help you every step of the way, not teaching anything and most of all – how to deal with things on your own. You’d become a spoiled brat looking only for instant gratification and as you continue to grow up, you’ll expect everything given to you instantly. Even if in the end you complete the game, your step-dad wouldn’t care. He would only want you to spend more money on DLC.

Jimmy understood the nature of games very well and that’s why he loved playing his old games. They were far more challenging and when he completed them he felt like that meant something. Completing “Mario the Lost Levels” without dying and on speed was the greatest challenge he had ever faced. He believed he was ready. Whether he really was or not – only time would tell. The important thing was that he believed in himself.