The first time I ever saw Street Fighter II was at a rundown arcade near my uncle’s house in the summer of 1992. I was fourteen, awkward, and immediately mesmerized by the crowd gathered around this cabinet with colorful warriors duking it out on screen. I stood there for nearly an hour just watching before I worked up the courage to put my quarter on the edge of the machine—the universal signal for “I’ve got…
“Are we there yet?” I must have asked that question two dozen times during our family’s epic road trip from…
I still have dreams about the sound. That chaotic symphony of electronic bleeps, bloops, explosions, and synthesized music all competing…
I wasn’t always a Sega kid. That’s a confession that might get my “hardcore gamer” card revoked, but it’s the…
The battle lines were drawn in my neighborhood sometime around autumn 1991. The day after my friend Chris got a…