There’s something deeply disturbing about how Mario Party 2 can transform a mild-mannered accountant into a vindictive maniac who holds grudges about virtual dice rolls for literal decades. I’m talking about the kind of psychological damage that makes you remember exactly how your friend Steve screwed you over on Pirate Land in 2001 like it happened yesterday. Because honestly? It might as well have. So I’m in my early twenties, right? Just started my accounting…
My mate Dave called me up last week, practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. “You need to get round…
Water in games used to be absolute rubbish. Proper rubbish. You’d jump in and either die instantly or swim through…
Man, I still remember the exact moment Pokemon Puzzle League clicked for me. It was summer ’01, I think, and…
Right, let me tell you something about Diddy Kong Racing – this game completely did my head in when I…
The smell hits you first, doesn’t it? That peculiar cocktail of stale carpet, burnt cheese from whatever questionable food they…
Back in 2011 when I was first diving into retro gaming, I bought what I thought was a pretty standard…
So there I was last Tuesday night, sitting in my basement game room trying to avoid grading another stack of…
That damn Z-trigger on the N64 controller was starting to stick again. I’d been gripping it too tight during another…
You know what’s funny about coming to retro gaming as an adult? I don’t have those rose-colored glasses that make…
Back in 2011, I was working my way through what people considered the “essential” Genesis RPGs, trying to understand what…
Proper embarrassing moment last Saturday – I’m round at my mate Dave’s house helping him clear out his loft when…
That haunting whistle of wind through stone corridors, followed by the gentle pluck of harp strings—that’s the sound that changed…