I remember the darkened aisle of the UA theater filled to capacity. Dad and I found our seats just as C3PO raised his golden hand over his head, crying, “Help! Please”–and then R2D2 rolled down a rocky trail between canyon walls, and into a jawa ambush. Not yet 7-years-old, I watched “Star Wars” for the very first time, and it was love at first sight.
Four decades later, I fulfilled a childhood yearning by playing my own Jedi Knight character in BioWare and Lucusfilm’s Star Wars: the Old Republic. Oh, the shear joy of swinging light sabers at enemies, riding speeder bikes, and exploring the diverse worlds of the Galaxy. It was only the blurring of play and life that eventually brought my gamesmanship to an early retirement.
Now, an even better game, Star Wars Jedi: Survivor, arrives on the market this March 17th–St Patrick’s Day (in which many engage in a wholly different style of play). I feel the urge to test limits and once again indulge in that luscious Jedi play that still whispers to me.
Full moon
Is now a good time
to dance?
for dVerse Poets Poetic Playtime! The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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