Christmas 1998. I’m twenty-one, home from Arizona State for winter break, and honestly expecting the usual haul of socks and maybe a gift card to Blockbuster. Instead, my parents surprise me with a PlayStation and Spyro the Dragon. “You’ve been talking about that purple dragon game,” my mom says, which is news to me because I don’t remember mentioning it, but apparently I’d been more obvious than I thought while flipping through GamePro at the…
Christmas 1997. Sarah thought she was being clever, getting me something “different” from the usual gaming suspects. I’d been banging…
The first time I saw Pac-Man, I was eight years old and it was bloody magical. This would’ve been early…
I still remember the first time video game music made me cry. Not some cheesy pop ballad or dramatic movie…
The first time I saw Earthworm Jim at the local game store, I thought someone was pulling my leg. This…
Right, so I need to come clean about something – I’ve been following Sonic the Hedgehog for over three decades…
Look, I’ll be straight with you – as a dedicated Sega fanboy, I wasn’t supposed to care about PC games.…
I’ll be straight with you – I never played DOOM when it first came out in 1993. Hell, I barely…
You know what’s funny about discovering point-and-click adventure games in your forties? You don’t have any nostalgia clouding your judgment.…
Look, I need to be honest about something right up front – the first controller I ever threw in genuine…
