I've played plenty of games over the years. I've played some real gems, and I've played crap that you would wipe your ass with if using the media they came on in such a manner wouldn't likely lead to rectal bleeding. I've played so many games that I can't remember even a handful of my experiences playing most of them, but I do remember, in living color, the games I played back when I first started out as a gamer.Originally Posted by Ahkei
I have to start this bit out by telling you all that I was very easy to please as a child. I was so into gaming that as long as a game's only success wasn't how thoroughly and completely it mastered sucking as a piece of entertainment software, I was content just to be playing it. I never really owned my own games as a kid, as my parents were more into renting them than they were dropping a weeks slave-wages earned in the salt mines on them. And rent them I did, and constantly. I think that being sort of deprived of a collection of my own caused me to develop something in my brain that afforded me extreme tolerance for games that I would've vomited on otherwise.
For example, I rented Athena as a kid, and didn't stop playing it until I had to return it. No individual possessing an even remotely analytical mind would subject themselves to crap of that magnitude, much less keep on playing it until the option was essentially removed from them by outside influences, but that's who I was. A gamer-whore who whored himself out to whatever game I managed to get on a given week, and who was too happy to be playing them to spend much time thinking about whether or not they were any good.
The aim of this ongoing (hopefully..) series is to address the problem I had as a kid. Are the games that I loved back then as good now as I remember them being? Are they the gems that nostalgia says they are, or are they entirely different creatures when viewed sans rose-colored glasses? Let's take a look at our first game and find out, shall we?
And this is where my review starts. Yeah....
