Christ, where do I even start with King K. Rool’s laugh? I mean, we’re talking about a sound that’s been rattling around in my head for twenty-five years now, and it still makes me want to check over my shoulder. This was back in ’99 – I was about twenty-five myself, working my first proper IT job and still living in a grotty flat share in Fallowfield. My flatmate Dave had somehow convinced his girlfriend…
My buddy Jake claimed he could nail Sub-Zero’s spine rip fatality every single time. This was 1995, we’re crammed into his basement rec room that always smelled like stale pizza and that weird musty carpet smell, and Jake’s going absolutely nuts on his six-button Genesis controller like he’s trying to break it. Here’s the thing about Mortal Kombat 3 on Genesis though – it wasn’t just about button mashing. You couldn’t just flail around and…
That chunky six-button controller showed up at my friend Mike’s house on a random Saturday in 1993, and I swear it changed everything about how we thought about fighting games. Mike had been bragging about it all week at school – three extra buttons, he kept saying, like that somehow made him gaming royalty. I figured it was typical Mike exaggeration until I actually held the thing. The weight felt different, more serious somehow. Instead…
Back in 1991, I was twelve years old and completely convinced that my Genesis was about to change the world. I’d been defending Sega since getting my Master System three years earlier – you know how it is when you’re the weird kid with the “wrong” console – but Sonic felt different. This wasn’t just another exclusive game to add to my arsenal of playground arguments. This was ammunition. I still remember unwrapping that first…
You know what’s funny? I’ve been gaming for over forty years now, and I can still remember the exact moment I realized helicopter games were something special. It was 1992, I was fifteen, and my friend Dave had just gotten Desert Strike for his Genesis. We’d spent most of that summer trading games back and forth, but when he popped this cartridge in and handed me the controller, everything changed. Most games back then were…
You know what’s funny about coming to retro gaming late? I missed all the “you had to be there” moments that define most people’s gaming memories. Like, I never experienced the cultural earthquake of certain games hitting at exactly the right time. But sometimes I stumble across something that makes me wish I’d been paying attention back then, and the Beavis and Butt-Head game for Genesis is definitely one of those titles. Found this one…
Back in ’94, I was still primarily an Amiga lad, but I’d managed to convince my parents to get me a Mega Drive the year before – had to have Streets of Rage 2, didn’t I? Most of my mates were still on their Spectrums or C64s, but a few had made the jump to Sega’s 16-bit machine. The thing about console gaming in the UK then was that we were always a bit behind…
I’m forty-seven years old and I still can’t get that damn Song of Healing out of my head. Four simple notes that somehow managed to burrow into my brain back in 2000 and set up permanent residence. My wife caught me humming it while balancing our checkbook last week – she just shook her head and muttered something about “that weird Zelda game” under her breath. Twenty-four years later and Majora’s Mask is still messing…
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…
My buddy Mike showed up at my place last weekend with this battered Saturn console he’d rescued from an estate sale, and man, watching him fire up Guardian Heroes on my basement CRT brought back all these memories of why Sega’s weird dual-CPU machine deserved so much better than the beating it took in the marketplace. I mean, here I am, forty-seven years old, getting legitimately excited about a twenty-five-year-old beat-em-up because it’s still doing…