 
			
		Nintendo 64 Zelda Adventure Gaming at Its Finest
The sound hits you first—that ethereal whistle of wind through ancient stone, punctuated by the gentle pluck of harp strings. I'm talking about booting up...
The sound hits you first—that ethereal whistle of wind through ancient stone, punctuated by the gentle pluck of harp strings. I'm talking about booting up...
The 32X sits in my retro gaming corner like a mechanical tumor growing out of my Model 2 Genesis. Every time someone visits, they ask...
The six-button controller sat there on my mate Dave's coffee table like some sort of alien artifact. This was 1993, and I'd never seen anything...
The six-button Genesis controller sits on my desk right now, plastic slightly yellowed but those buttons still clicking with that satisfying snap that meant business...
The morning I first set eyes on that blur of blue fur streaking across our old Hitachi telly, I knew something had shifted in the...
My mate Steve brought his Genesis round one Saturday in 1991, and I'll be honest—I was ready to hate the thing. See, I was firmly...
The other day my daughter found a dusty cardboard box in the loft labeled "Dad's Old Computer Stuff" in my mum's spidery handwriting. Inside? Three...
I still remember the day my mom found my copy of Mortal Kombat. I was 12, and I'd convinced my older cousin to buy it...
The summer of '96 changed everything. I'd been saving up for months—birthday money, lawn mowing cash, the works—to buy a Nintendo 64 and Super Mario...
My love affair with handheld gaming began on Christmas morning, 1989. I was eleven years old, tearing through presents with the surgical precision only a...