The Re:Retro Top 100 Games Of All Time, No. 99: I Don’t Dig Dug, And He Don’t Dig Me

My friend Nick is of the opinion that I need to have played Dig Dug to form an opinion of it. I say that that is the deepest, foulest pit of pure tosh it has ever been my misfortune to have to wade through. Next the imbecile will be saying that I need to have read Swann’s Way in order to form a coherent opinion of that! Pah! Humbug! Bosh!

Bosh, I say!

Here’s a picture of Marcel Proust.

Here’s a picture of Mr. Dig Dug, also know as Mr. Do.

That’s him on the left.

Note that he’s Mr. Do – he’s a man defined by his actions. What are his actions? He inflates monsters beneath the earth.

Let’s examine this in detail.

Dig Dug inflates these monsters – Pookas and Fygars, we’re told – in order to make them too large for objective reality to acknowledge their existence. He is the agent of a hyperreality – a level of reality beyond our own, a higher plane. In fact, by inflating them and sending them on their way, you could well say that Dig Dug is saving them from the gross materialistic concerns inherent in the base material plane. Dig Dug becomes a Christ figure in this reading of the text – in fact, considering that the Fygars breathe fire, Dig Dug could be considered the harrower of Hell, saving the demonic Fygars from their own connection to the base and terrible fires of Hell itself.

Either that or Dig Dug is a flithy communist! Look at his face! The face of a dirty Red traitor!

What do you make of Dig Dug’s political affiliations? Tell me, via the comments section! Now! Or are you one of them?

Also, is it me or does Dig Dug have a truly enormous green cock?