I didn’t get my Atari 2600 new. Actually, I was a bit late to the Atari party, which I’ve been trying to make up for ever since. It was 1986, and my cousin Bobby was upgrading to this fancy new Nintendo thing that everyone was talking about. My uncle Frank—always the practical one in the family—suggested they pass their old Atari system to me rather than letting it collect dust in their basement. I was…
The first time I ever played a game against someone who wasn’t physically sitting next to me felt like actual…
I remember the day I brought Riven home in October 1997. The five-CD jewel case felt substantial in my hands,…
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It was Christmas morning, 1994. I was sixteen, awkwardly caught between childhood excitement for presents and teenage pretensions of being…
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I first saw Final Fantasy VII in the back pages of a dog-eared issue of GamePro at my friend Kevin’s…
The first time a video game made me cry, I was sixteen years old, sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor,…
I can still hear the heated arguments echoing across the playground of Westlake Elementary circa 1992. “Sonic is way cooler!”…
