I can pinpoint the exact second my relationship with video games changed forever. Christmas morning, 1991, thirteen years old, sitting cross-legged on our living room carpet in Minneapolis. Three presents in, I’d already unwrapped two sweaters and a pair of jeans—Mom’s annual stealth attack of practical gifts disguised as Christmas magic. But this fourth box… rectangular, the right weight, that familiar plastic rattle of a SNES cartridge. I ripped through that wrapping paper like my…
Look, I need to get something off my chest right up front – I’m about to spend the next however…
Summer of ’91, I’m standing in the Pizza Ranch with my jaw on the floor, watching this high schooler pull…
Look, I need to get something off my chest right away – writing about Mario Kart 64 feels like confessing…
Man, I’ve gotta be honest with you – even though I was Team Sega through and through during the console…
Look, I need to come clean about something – I’ve been obsessed with Tomb Raider since 1996, and yeah, I…
I first stumbled across Ultima VI: The False Prophet in the most British way possible – through a mate’s dodgy…
That summer of ’92 changed everything for me. I was fourteen, all elbows and acne, standing in this dingy arcade…
You know what’s weird? I was cleaning out my old game closet last weekend—much to my wife’s delight since she’s…
