Standing in my mate Dave's living room on a Tuesday evening in 1993, watching him unpack a shiny new Mega Drive, I had no idea I was witnessing the opening shots of what would become gaming's most legendary battlefield. The box art promised "blast processing" – whatever that meant – and honestly, we were too busy arguing about whose turn it was to plug the RF lead into the telly to care about marketing nonsense.But…
You know what's funny? I was digging through my old GamePro magazines the other day—the ones with slightly sticky pages from spilled orange squash and excitement—when I stumbled across a preview that made me pause. There it was, in bold letters: "Nintendo Ultra 64." Not N64. Not Nintendo 64. The Ultra 64.It's weird how certain names stick in your brain, isn't it? Like hearing your mate's older brother mention "Project Reality" in hushed tones back…
You know that feeling when you stumble across an old photo album in your parents' attic? That's exactly what fired up the Sega Genesis Classics Collection for the first time felt like. Except instead of embarrassing haircuts and questionable fashion choices, I was staring at a treasure trove of 16-bit memories that immediately transported me back to Saturday afternoons spent hunched over a controller, desperately trying to beat Streets of Rage before tea time.I'll be…
You know that argument that split playground friendships back in the day? The one that made kids choose sides like they were picking teams for PE? I'm talking about the great console divide that had us all convinced we had to pledge allegiance to either the chunky grey cartridge or the sleek black disc. But here's the thing—when it came to Mario, both the Super Nintendo and Nintendo 64 delivered something special, just in completely…
The sound of cardboard hitting cardboard still makes my ears perk up. Proper weird, that—but there's something about that distinctive *thwack* of milk caps colliding that takes me straight back to Year 5 break times when everyone smelled like Ready Brek and had grass stains on their knees.I remember the exact moment Pogs invaded our playground. Must've been early '94, maybe late '93. This kid called Marcus turned up one Monday morning with a leather…
My mate Dave brought something over yesterday that made me do a proper double-take. Picture this: I'm halfway through explaining why my CRT still has a place in 2024 (something about integer scaling and input lag), when he plops down this sleek little collection disc. "Check it out," he says, grinning like he'd found buried treasure. The Sega Genesis Collection. Fifty-something games from the Mega Drive era, all wrapped up in modern packaging that somehow…
Last night I was digging through a dusty box in the spare room—you know, the one that's been sealed since we moved house three years ago—and I found my old Sega cartridge collection. Thirty-odd games stacked like plastic dominoes, each one carrying enough memories to power a Mega Drive for a week. It got me thinking about how Sega's library across all their systems was this brilliant, chaotic tapestry of creativity that never quite got…
You know what’s funny? I spent forty years thinking racing games were just cars going around in circles, maybe because the only exposure I had was watching other people play them for five minutes here and there. Then I discovered retro gaming in my forties and started working backwards through all these classics everyone kept talking about. San Francisco Rush on the N64 wasn’t even on my radar initially – my daughter had mentioned it…
Man, sometimes I lie awake at night thinking about all the gaming rumors that consumed my teenage brain in the late 90s. You know the ones I’m talking about – those whispered legends about secret Nintendo projects that some kid’s uncle who “totally worked at Nintendo” had definitely seen behind closed doors at E3. The Nintendo DS 64 was probably the biggest one that got me, this mythical dual-screen N64 handheld that felt so real…
I can still picture that moment in 1997 when I first wrapped my hands around the N64’s bizarre three-pronged controller and booted up Mario Kart 64 for the first time. My buddy Mike had managed to snag the system at launch – his job at Best Buy had its perks – and we spent that entire Saturday afternoon discovering what would become the definitive kart racing experience of our generation. Coming from Super Mario Kart…