The Story of Brickles
Anyone who has had a successful older brother or sister knows of the pain I am about to relate. My name is Brickles, and I am the equivalent to the younger brother of Pong. I am better than Pong, I am! I have flashier graphics, of course nothing to the gaudy graphics of today, but I was good! I had more options than my simplistic brother Pong, yet still, I have never achieved his status. I have never been able to overcome his fame.
I suppose I should have seen it coming when we were young children together. Mother always favored Pong, merely because he was first. She never had time for me. She used to take us to the park, and she would tie kites and ribbons to Pongs paddles, and together they would laugh and giggle. She said she could never do the same for me, because instead of just a ball and paddles, I had a more advanced interface involving bricks, and that the kite wouldn't have flown, but she could have done something. Pong would bask in the attention that the kite and ribbons gave him while I would slump against a tree, hating him. Always jealous. I only wanted an equal share of my mothers love. Was that so much for me to ask?
The situation only worsened as we grew older. I must admit that Pong and I were a revolutionary idea, but it was so unfair that he got all the attention! He only got the attention because he was older and could go out into the world first. So what it he revolutionized the industry? I was better! I was more entertaining! When I was finally able to make my way into the world, I was considered "old hat." I couldn't believe it. I was clearly better than my brother, yet I was seen as a pale imitation. A copy. For that I hate him most of all. One day though, one day, I shall defeat my brother. Any one who was involved with Pong should watch, and wait. I will have my revenge.