The first time I encountered a remake of a game I loved, I was standing in a GameStop in 2002, staring at a copy of Resident Evil for GameCube. My initial reaction wasn’t excitement—it was skepticism. “Why mess with perfection?” I remember thinking, like the opinionated twenty-something I was. The original PlayStation version had defined survival horror for me, tank controls and all. I bought it anyway, of course (who was I kidding?), and spent…
I still remember the first time I played the original Resident Evil 4. It was 2005, I was in my…
I’ve destroyed my share of controllers over the years. There was the Super Nintendo controller that met its end against…
I can still feel the burning in my shoulders from lugging that massive beige CRT monitor up the narrow staircase…
The most nerve-wracking boss battle I’ve ever faced wasn’t against Sephiroth or Ganon or even that impossible Ninja Gaiden bird.…
I was working at Software Etc. in 1996 when Broken Sword: The Shadow of the Templars (or Circle of Blood,…
I still remember the first cheat code I ever learned. It wasn’t even from a magazine or the internet—those weren’t…
I’ve been staring at this blank document for about twenty minutes now, trying to figure out how to start an…
You know what I miss about the pre-internet gaming era? The mystery. The whispered secrets. The absolutely bonkers rumors that…
The first time a video game made me cry, I tried to hide it. It was 1997, I was 19,…
