My mate Dave popped round last Tuesday with his laptop, looking like he'd discovered fire. "You've got to see this," he said, firing up what looked suspiciously like Mario 64 running in a window on his desktop. The catch? No N64 in sight, just some software called Project64 doing things that would've blown my teenage mind.Here's the thing about N64 emulation—it's brilliant when it works, absolutely maddening when it doesn't, and somehow both at the…
There's this moment burned into my brain from Christmas 1996. I'm sitting cross-legged on our living room carpet—you know, that…
Picture this: you're twelve years old, clutching a dog-eared copy of GamePro, staring at that glossy two-page spread showing Mario…
Cleaning out the spare room last weekend, I found it tucked behind a box of PlayStation memory cards—my Pikachu Nintendo…
My N64 sits on the shelf next to a stack of cartridges that probably cost more than my first car.…
There's this moment, right? You're standing in Woolworths on launch day, sweaty tenner crumpled in your palm, staring at this…
There's this fighting game that everyone seems to have forgotten about, buried somewhere between the Street Fighter II fever and…
There's something almost criminal about how good Banjo-Kazooie still feels in your hands. I was rifling through my cart collection…
The sound still gets me. You know that metallic *click* when you slot a cartridge into the N64? Four of…
The plastic smell of a fresh N64 cartridge still triggers something in my brain that's part Pavlovian response, part time…
