Picture this: I'm rifling through a car boot sale last autumn, knee-deep in someone's gaming collection, when I spot it—a pristine Mega Drive 2 sitting in a cardboard box like it's been waiting for me specifically. The seller wanted fifteen quid for it, which felt like highway robbery until I plugged it in at home and remembered why Sega's second swing at their 16-bit masterpiece was, in many ways, better than the original.The Genesis 2—or…
My mate Dave called me yesterday asking about "blast processing," and I had to laugh. Not at him, mind you—but at the memory of teenage me parroting that marketing phrase like it was technical scripture. Course, back then I couldn't tell you what processing actually meant beyond "makes Sonic go fast," but bloody hell did it sound impressive when you were trying to convince your SNES-owning mates that your Mega Drive was the superior machine.The…
There it was, sitting in the electronics section of Target next to the phone chargers and screen protectors – an AtGames Sega Genesis Flashback console that looked like someone had shrunk my childhood Sega and wrapped it in the kind of packaging that screams “impulse purchase.” Twenty-eight bucks. I mean, that’s less than what I paid for lunch yesterday, so obviously I grabbed it. My wife wasn’t thrilled when I came home with yet another…
Found myself digging through a dusty electronics store last Saturday – you know the type, smells like old circuit boards and broken dreams – when I spotted something that made me stop dead in my tracks. There, wedged between a stack of VHS copies of “Titanic” and some scratched-up PlayStation discs, sat a Game Gear that had definitely seen better days. Screen cracked like a spider web, battery compartment corroded to hell, but man…holding that…
Been having a proper clear-out of the spare room – you know how it is, start looking for an old cable and three hours later you’re knee-deep in boxes you haven’t touched since the last house move. That’s when I found them again: two gold N64 cartridges that honestly might be worth more than my car at this point. Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask, sitting there looking as precious as the day I first…
The lad next door got a Genesis for Christmas ’91. I’d had my Mega Drive since the year before. Exact same machine, you’d think, just different badges stuck on the front. But at twelve years old, those differences felt massive – like we were playing in completely separate gaming worlds that only overlapped when we’d swap cartridges and argue about whether his version of Sonic ran faster than mine. Spoiler alert: it actually did, but…
You know that exact moment in Sonic 2 when Tails shows up? That orange blur suddenly appearing on screen, and you realize you’re not running through Green Hill Zone alone anymore. My friend Mike and I probably logged a thousand hours fighting over who got to be Sonic during those endless summer afternoons in ’92. Though honestly, playing Tails wasn’t terrible – you could fly around, at least until Mike inevitably speed-ran ahead and left…
That arcade cabinet sat right there between a busted Galaga machine and a Street Fighter II that perpetually reeked of cigarette smoke and whatever mystery substance someone had spilled on the joysticks. I must’ve fed that NBA Jam machine twenty dollars in quarters over the course of summer ’93 – enough money to actually buy the Genesis cart, but you know how it is when you’re fifteen and logic takes a backseat to pure arcade…
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…