If you are over 30 years old, you surely will remember that first program in the prehistoric instruction’s manual of the 80s computers, the 10 PRINT “HELLO WORLD”. Thanks to this, our whole generation discovered programming and video games. Consequently, representing that first step on a long road, I thought it appropriate to title the first entry of this blog this way, where Mansion Games’ history will start.

Our journey begins heading to the garage, getting into our delightful DeLorean DMC-12, entering the space-temporal coordinates in the control panel and checking the state of the flux capacitor. Naturally, we fasten the seatbelt, turn the ignition key, listen to the six cylinder engine in V shape roaring, step on the accelerator until that beauty reaches 140 KM per hour. This way, we begin our travel in time that will lead us to the 25th of December, 1985.

I was an extremely shy boy at the time that didn’t stand out in any sport and whose marks vary inexplicably depending on my interest in each subject. In some cases, my parents had to talk with my teachers because they couldn’t really understand my behavior. A nerd was growing inside of me! Anyway, let’s get back on the topic at hand…

I remember I was sitting on my living room’s floor next to the Christmas tree in a state of total madness. I was tearing the wrapping paper of the Playmobil castle present, which I desperately asked for, when I heard some weird noises coming from the end of the house’s corridor.

Moved by a naïve childish curiosity I left my present half-opened, I stood up and, trembling, I walked towards the corridor where there was nothing but darkness, except for a weak halo of light coming out of the room at the very end. I stopped at the threshold of the door, I peeked out the door and I saw my father and uncle sitting at the end of the room, staring in amazement at a little black typewriter with green-greyish keys.

I got closer and I sat at the edge of the bed at his side as I saw how some funny color bugs were frantically moving from one side of the screen to the other, with those weird noises that I heard from the living room as a background soundtrack. I was so amazed I couldn’t understand what was happening in front of my eyes. As a matter of fact, I even thought those were some cartoons, but there was something else. For some odd reason I couldn’t comprehend, those cartoons seemed to do what my uncle ordered through that strange artifact. What the hell was that machine? Where did it come from? What was it for? How did it work? Questions started to pile up in my head. There was no way back, almost accidentally, as great journeys tend to start, I made my first step into a limitless world.

Do you want to know how that little boy full of doubts became the founder of Mansion? Keep reading and you will find out…