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…
There's something oddly magical about playing Super Mario 64 on a dual-screened handheld while sitting on a train that's gently swaying through the English countryside. I mean, you're holding what amounts to Nintendo's greatest 3D platformer ever made—arguably their most important game since the original Super Mario Bros.—and it's been squeezed into a device that fits in your jacket pocket. That's still mental to me, even though the DS version came out back in 2004.I…
Picture this: you're twelve years old, clutching a dog-eared copy of GamePro, staring at that glossy two-page spread showing Mario in glorious 64-bit 3D. The magazine's promising something called "Ultra 64" – yeah, that's what they called it back then – and your brain's doing cartwheels trying to imagine what comes next. We'd conquered the Death Star trench run in Super Star Wars, we'd collected every last coin in Super Mario World, and now Nintendo…
Cleaning out the spare room last weekend, I found it tucked behind a box of PlayStation memory cards—my Pikachu Nintendo 64, still in its original box, looking as gloriously ridiculous as the day I impulse-bought it from Electronics Boutique. The yellow shell catches light like a toy car, and honestly? After all these years, it still makes me grin like an idiot.See, this wasn't just another console variant. This was Pokemon fever made manifest in…
My N64 sits on the shelf next to a stack of cartridges that probably cost more than my first car. Well, that's not saying much—my first car was a rusty Escort that made more noise than a Rumble Pak having an existential crisis. But these grey plastic rectangles? They're worth their weight in nostalgia, and some of them are genuinely worth their weight in actual money these days.The thing about the N64 is that it…
There's this moment, right? You're standing in Woolworths on launch day, sweaty tenner crumpled in your palm, staring at this weird three-pronged controller that looks like alien technology escaped from Area 51. The N64 cartridge slots are bigger than your head, the console itself is this matte black monument to what-if. But it's that demo unit running Super Mario 64 that stops you dead.Mario's just…standing there. Waiting. And then some kid grabs the controller and…
You know what still bugs me after all these years? Walking into a mate's house in 1991, seeing that sleek black Mega Drive sitting under their telly, and asking "Got any Mega Man games?" only to get that blank stare. The same stare I'd give when they'd ask about Sonic on my NES.Back then, I didn't really understand the politics of it all. I just knew that my little blue robot hero lived exclusively in…
There's this fighting game that everyone seems to have forgotten about, buried somewhere between the Street Fighter II fever and the Tekken 3 hysteria. I'm talking about Mace: The Dark Age on Nintendo 64, and honestly? It deserves way better than the dusty shelf it's been relegated to in gaming history.I stumbled across my copy last weekend while hunting through a box of old cartridges—you know how it is, looking for one thing and finding…
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…
Picture this: it's 4pm on a Tuesday in 1994, and I'm sprinting home from school like my life depends on it. Not because of homework—that could wait. Not because mum had promised fish fingers—though that was a bonus. No, I'm running because Nickelodeon's afternoon block was about to kick off, and missing the opening credits of "Legends of the Hidden Temple" felt like a personal failure.You know that feeling when you burst through the front…