Do I take old video games too seriously?

There they are. 5 rows, 11 enemies a row. Frozen there. Waiting for me to make my move, and not budging until I do. I hide behind my bunker, watching them. And they watch me.

In the heat of our game of intimidation, I make my move. Standing alone, I dodge to the right, outside of my bunker, firing my cannon. The only line of defense between them and the moon, I expertly time my shots to fire into their ranks and take out the last row. They feint to the left, until the farthest row reaches the edge of the battlefield. Once it does, it crawls closer to me.

As I dodge from bunker to bunker, their missiles and bolts eat away at my bunker, until I have no choice but to blow the bunker to pieces and carry on my fight in the open.

And then, IT comes passing through. The red saucer. Big scoring.

I have dealt with saucers like that before, in my training days. I fire along an empty column, timing the shot with the accuracy only a Veteran Space Captain could develop. Explosion. 300 points.

I shift my attention back to the enemy closing in on the moon, closing in on me. I dodge and fire almost without thinking. This has become second nature to me. If the moon falls to the aliens, surely Earth will be next. And I am the only person who can ensure that never happens.

Now is the time for methodical sniping. 4 left, and I can no longer fire into the ranks and hope to hit something. 1, 2, 3, they fall under my cannon. It's now just me and you, mushroom-looking alien guy. Me and you.

But suddenly, he tries to turn the tables. A lightning bolt is fired at me. In a desperate attempt to take one of my lives. Even if I let him hit me, I will return with one of my other two lives, and once he is finished, I will get that life back. Truly a desperate bid to extend his life span by a few seconds. Pathetic.

I swiftly avoid his bolt, but as I move back in to deal the death blow, he has moved behind one of the shields. I wait on the other side for him, and as he comes around, I fire my cannon. But I miss!

Seeing his opportunity, he fires off at me. My miss gives him confidence. I can take him. Staring at the bolt, I return fire. Just as the bolt is about to hit me, I see the explosion of my missile hitting alien scum. Mission accomplished.

But the next wave appears before I can enjoy my victory.