I can still feel the controller slipping in my sweaty palms. It’s 1996, I’m in my friend Dave’s basement, and we’re playing Resident Evil for the first time. The fixed camera angle shows an empty hallway in the Spencer Mansion. Nothing’s happening. Just an empty corridor with dated polygonal wallpaper. But the sound—oh god, the sound. Faint, deliberate footsteps growing closer. Something’s coming, but the camera won’t let us see what. Dave and I are…
The first time a game made me feel genuinely guilty was in Fallout 3. I’d stumbled across this settlement called…
I remember the exact moment I fell in love with adventure games. It was Christmas 1990, and after weeks of…
The Nintendo 64 changed my life on September 29, 1996. I know the exact date because I’d circled it on…
I can pinpoint the exact moment achievements changed gaming for me. It was 2005, and I’d just unpacked my brand…
I remember the exact moment I first held a Wii Remote. It was November 2006, and after camping outside my…
My parents didn’t get it. Neither did most of my teachers. “You’re wasting your time with those games,” they’d say,…
It was the summer of ’95, and I was supposed to be doing something productive with my life. My first…
Here’s a confession that’ll probably get my gaming credentials revoked: I sometimes get more excited about obscure games from the…
Well, I didn’t see that one coming. Actually, that’s a lie—I absolutely did, and so did pretty much everyone else…
