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The other day I saw my Mega Drive. It looked lonely, so I went over for a chat. At first I had to grin. Not just at the little glimpse of the past, but at the differences between then and now. The way it proudly displays '16-BIT' across the front - how many consoles give details like that nowadays? The chunky, simplist controller makes it look like some relic from an ancient and innocent age, when we really didn't know any better.
When I stopped chuckling, I realised that I could hear something. That 'something' was the Mega Drive saying "I'm all alone. You never play with me. I've had the same bleedin' game in me for five years!". After the initial thoughts of "what the hell?" and "am I going crazy?", I thought "why not?"
So I fired it up. Mega Bomberman was my initial game of choice, and I'd forgotten just how good this game is. Simple yet effective - you plant bomb, you run away, you hope it kills someone. Rather like George Bush's idea of an anti-terrorist movement. While the single player adventure was fun, (I love the monkey/banana boss) the multiplayer was where it really shined. I had to engage family members from across the world (...err, downstairs) to experience the joys and delights of a co-operative two-on-two with the computer. You can't beat it.
But like many thing in life (e.g drugs, mobile phones) it is an addiction. You can't just play ONE game. Especially not during a retro reminiscent session such as this. My next game? Probotector. Most of you have probably never heard of it, but it is a true classic. Side scrolling shoot 'em ups don't get much better, and this is from the days when games were actually hard. Which is a difficult concept to grasp for most of the games playing community today. There is a choice of four robotic characters (which is always nice), from the two fairly normal guys to the big wolf man and the short fat cyclops dude. You then go round the sprawling metropolis shooting seven bells out of everything you can see. Good for derailing any anger management issues. :)
I then had a go of Fifa '97 - Gold Edition. Truth is, there was never any edition that wasn't gold. Neat little ploy there. It's kinda groovy, in its own way; sure, it's no Pro Evo, but it's a great game to have fun with. You can create yourself (which was really exciting when it first came out, but today people don't find it very interesting. The kids of today, you don't know you're born..........I digress) and play indoor football, that I love for some reason. You can do clever little rainbow flicks, brilliant goals and gruesome tackles. Well, about as gruesome as a 16-Bit console allows. It's certainly more enjoyable than the more recent Fifas.......
Of course let's not forget Boogerman. Huh? I hear you say, Isn't he the guy that hides under your bed and scares the bejesus out of you? Well, yeah, but he's also this rather disgusting chap from a game. It's really the worst nightmare of a mother of young children. Basically you can do all those filthy habits you were told not to - can I pick my nose? Yeah, sure. Can I flick it? Go ahead! Can I fart, loudly and proudly? Why not? Even chilis are obtainable to allow flame farts that propel you to a higher platform. The last boss is some kind fo scientist that you have to knock into a toilet and then flush. Obviously this game is only for the maturest people.
But for the full experience you need the magazines. Sega power! What a magazine that was. From the awfully done news section at the beginning to the abysmal fan pictures at the back, it was right on the border of genius and cheese. It wasn't afraid to call a new piece of yogic breathing apparatus "Sh*te!". It gave some really good and honest reviews, and it also had some of the best lines ever ("The Saturn is here! It's £400! And it's OUT NOW!"). It was the best and worst magazine imaginable at the same time. And somehow it worked. God knows how, but it worked...
And then I tried......actually no, I didn't do anything. I packed it all away because my tea was ready, and being a fickel kind of person I chose a meal over our gaming heritage. But next time you see that old console in the corner of the attic, that insight into a bygone age, instead of ignoring it dust it off and spend ten minutes of your life playing it. ...Again. You'll be surprised just how good it is.
So I say......next generation consoles - who needs 'em? (No, that wasn't an invitation to indulge in theft)
When I stopped chuckling, I realised that I could hear something. That 'something' was the Mega Drive saying "I'm all alone. You never play with me. I've had the same bleedin' game in me for five years!". After the initial thoughts of "what the hell?" and "am I going crazy?", I thought "why not?"
So I fired it up. Mega Bomberman was my initial game of choice, and I'd forgotten just how good this game is. Simple yet effective - you plant bomb, you run away, you hope it kills someone. Rather like George Bush's idea of an anti-terrorist movement. While the single player adventure was fun, (I love the monkey/banana boss) the multiplayer was where it really shined. I had to engage family members from across the world (...err, downstairs) to experience the joys and delights of a co-operative two-on-two with the computer. You can't beat it.
But like many thing in life (e.g drugs, mobile phones) it is an addiction. You can't just play ONE game. Especially not during a retro reminiscent session such as this. My next game? Probotector. Most of you have probably never heard of it, but it is a true classic. Side scrolling shoot 'em ups don't get much better, and this is from the days when games were actually hard. Which is a difficult concept to grasp for most of the games playing community today. There is a choice of four robotic characters (which is always nice), from the two fairly normal guys to the big wolf man and the short fat cyclops dude. You then go round the sprawling metropolis shooting seven bells out of everything you can see. Good for derailing any anger management issues. :)
I then had a go of Fifa '97 - Gold Edition. Truth is, there was never any edition that wasn't gold. Neat little ploy there. It's kinda groovy, in its own way; sure, it's no Pro Evo, but it's a great game to have fun with. You can create yourself (which was really exciting when it first came out, but today people don't find it very interesting. The kids of today, you don't know you're born..........I digress) and play indoor football, that I love for some reason. You can do clever little rainbow flicks, brilliant goals and gruesome tackles. Well, about as gruesome as a 16-Bit console allows. It's certainly more enjoyable than the more recent Fifas.......
Of course let's not forget Boogerman. Huh? I hear you say, Isn't he the guy that hides under your bed and scares the bejesus out of you? Well, yeah, but he's also this rather disgusting chap from a game. It's really the worst nightmare of a mother of young children. Basically you can do all those filthy habits you were told not to - can I pick my nose? Yeah, sure. Can I flick it? Go ahead! Can I fart, loudly and proudly? Why not? Even chilis are obtainable to allow flame farts that propel you to a higher platform. The last boss is some kind fo scientist that you have to knock into a toilet and then flush. Obviously this game is only for the maturest people.
But for the full experience you need the magazines. Sega power! What a magazine that was. From the awfully done news section at the beginning to the abysmal fan pictures at the back, it was right on the border of genius and cheese. It wasn't afraid to call a new piece of yogic breathing apparatus "Sh*te!". It gave some really good and honest reviews, and it also had some of the best lines ever ("The Saturn is here! It's £400! And it's OUT NOW!"). It was the best and worst magazine imaginable at the same time. And somehow it worked. God knows how, but it worked...
And then I tried......actually no, I didn't do anything. I packed it all away because my tea was ready, and being a fickel kind of person I chose a meal over our gaming heritage. But next time you see that old console in the corner of the attic, that insight into a bygone age, instead of ignoring it dust it off and spend ten minutes of your life playing it. ...Again. You'll be surprised just how good it is.
So I say......next generation consoles - who needs 'em? (No, that wasn't an invitation to indulge in theft)
Blank wrote:
> Well thank you, Mr Dark Mark. Also thanks to SR (yeah,
> yeah....everyone says it, but you can't be an ungrateful sod, can
> you?)
*
It's funny you should say that.....
Right Snuggly? ;)
> Well thank you, Mr Dark Mark. Also thanks to SR (yeah,
> yeah....everyone says it, but you can't be an ungrateful sod, can
> you?)
*
It's funny you should say that.....
Right Snuggly? ;)
Well thank you, Mr Dark Mark. Also thanks to SR (yeah, yeah....everyone says it, but you can't be an ungrateful sod, can you?)
Sorry Blank, I would have replied sooner, but I don't often venture into the Prime Topics section... but I saw this post on the Winners List and, being a Mega Drive owner and SEGA fan for as long as I can remember, I couldn't resist reading it.
And I really enjoyed it. With most posts that I read, I find that they might be funny or informative or whatever, but I rarely enjoy them. But I enjoyed reading this one. I'm pleased to hear that your first playing choice was Mega Bomberman. Whoo! What a classic that was. In fact, it's in my Mega Drive right now which still gets frequent use by me, and Edgy too on the odd occasion.
Anyway, great post Blank. Deserved a prize. Well done.
And I really enjoyed it. With most posts that I read, I find that they might be funny or informative or whatever, but I rarely enjoy them. But I enjoyed reading this one. I'm pleased to hear that your first playing choice was Mega Bomberman. Whoo! What a classic that was. In fact, it's in my Mega Drive right now which still gets frequent use by me, and Edgy too on the odd occasion.
Anyway, great post Blank. Deserved a prize. Well done.
Heh.....well no one replied until it won, I know where I stand :)
Excellent post Blank. Well deserving of GAD. :-)
The other day I saw my Mega Drive. It looked lonely, so I went over for a chat. At first I had to grin. Not just at the little glimpse of the past, but at the differences between then and now. The way it proudly displays '16-BIT' across the front - how many consoles give details like that nowadays? The chunky, simplist controller makes it look like some relic from an ancient and innocent age, when we really didn't know any better.
When I stopped chuckling, I realised that I could hear something. That 'something' was the Mega Drive saying "I'm all alone. You never play with me. I've had the same bleedin' game in me for five years!". After the initial thoughts of "what the hell?" and "am I going crazy?", I thought "why not?"
So I fired it up. Mega Bomberman was my initial game of choice, and I'd forgotten just how good this game is. Simple yet effective - you plant bomb, you run away, you hope it kills someone. Rather like George Bush's idea of an anti-terrorist movement. While the single player adventure was fun, (I love the monkey/banana boss) the multiplayer was where it really shined. I had to engage family members from across the world (...err, downstairs) to experience the joys and delights of a co-operative two-on-two with the computer. You can't beat it.
But like many thing in life (e.g drugs, mobile phones) it is an addiction. You can't just play ONE game. Especially not during a retro reminiscent session such as this. My next game? Probotector. Most of you have probably never heard of it, but it is a true classic. Side scrolling shoot 'em ups don't get much better, and this is from the days when games were actually hard. Which is a difficult concept to grasp for most of the games playing community today. There is a choice of four robotic characters (which is always nice), from the two fairly normal guys to the big wolf man and the short fat cyclops dude. You then go round the sprawling metropolis shooting seven bells out of everything you can see. Good for derailing any anger management issues. :)
I then had a go of Fifa '97 - Gold Edition. Truth is, there was never any edition that wasn't gold. Neat little ploy there. It's kinda groovy, in its own way; sure, it's no Pro Evo, but it's a great game to have fun with. You can create yourself (which was really exciting when it first came out, but today people don't find it very interesting. The kids of today, you don't know you're born..........I digress) and play indoor football, that I love for some reason. You can do clever little rainbow flicks, brilliant goals and gruesome tackles. Well, about as gruesome as a 16-Bit console allows. It's certainly more enjoyable than the more recent Fifas.......
Of course let's not forget Boogerman. Huh? I hear you say, Isn't he the guy that hides under your bed and scares the bejesus out of you? Well, yeah, but he's also this rather disgusting chap from a game. It's really the worst nightmare of a mother of young children. Basically you can do all those filthy habits you were told not to - can I pick my nose? Yeah, sure. Can I flick it? Go ahead! Can I fart, loudly and proudly? Why not? Even chilis are obtainable to allow flame farts that propel you to a higher platform. The last boss is some kind fo scientist that you have to knock into a toilet and then flush. Obviously this game is only for the maturest people.
But for the full experience you need the magazines. Sega power! What a magazine that was. From the awfully done news section at the beginning to the abysmal fan pictures at the back, it was right on the border of genius and cheese. It wasn't afraid to call a new piece of yogic breathing apparatus "Sh*te!". It gave some really good and honest reviews, and it also had some of the best lines ever ("The Saturn is here! It's £400! And it's OUT NOW!"). It was the best and worst magazine imaginable at the same time. And somehow it worked. God knows how, but it worked...
And then I tried......actually no, I didn't do anything. I packed it all away because my tea was ready, and being a fickel kind of person I chose a meal over our gaming heritage. But next time you see that old console in the corner of the attic, that insight into a bygone age, instead of ignoring it dust it off and spend ten minutes of your life playing it. ...Again. You'll be surprised just how good it is.
So I say......next generation consoles - who needs 'em? (No, that wasn't an invitation to indulge in theft)
When I stopped chuckling, I realised that I could hear something. That 'something' was the Mega Drive saying "I'm all alone. You never play with me. I've had the same bleedin' game in me for five years!". After the initial thoughts of "what the hell?" and "am I going crazy?", I thought "why not?"
So I fired it up. Mega Bomberman was my initial game of choice, and I'd forgotten just how good this game is. Simple yet effective - you plant bomb, you run away, you hope it kills someone. Rather like George Bush's idea of an anti-terrorist movement. While the single player adventure was fun, (I love the monkey/banana boss) the multiplayer was where it really shined. I had to engage family members from across the world (...err, downstairs) to experience the joys and delights of a co-operative two-on-two with the computer. You can't beat it.
But like many thing in life (e.g drugs, mobile phones) it is an addiction. You can't just play ONE game. Especially not during a retro reminiscent session such as this. My next game? Probotector. Most of you have probably never heard of it, but it is a true classic. Side scrolling shoot 'em ups don't get much better, and this is from the days when games were actually hard. Which is a difficult concept to grasp for most of the games playing community today. There is a choice of four robotic characters (which is always nice), from the two fairly normal guys to the big wolf man and the short fat cyclops dude. You then go round the sprawling metropolis shooting seven bells out of everything you can see. Good for derailing any anger management issues. :)
I then had a go of Fifa '97 - Gold Edition. Truth is, there was never any edition that wasn't gold. Neat little ploy there. It's kinda groovy, in its own way; sure, it's no Pro Evo, but it's a great game to have fun with. You can create yourself (which was really exciting when it first came out, but today people don't find it very interesting. The kids of today, you don't know you're born..........I digress) and play indoor football, that I love for some reason. You can do clever little rainbow flicks, brilliant goals and gruesome tackles. Well, about as gruesome as a 16-Bit console allows. It's certainly more enjoyable than the more recent Fifas.......
Of course let's not forget Boogerman. Huh? I hear you say, Isn't he the guy that hides under your bed and scares the bejesus out of you? Well, yeah, but he's also this rather disgusting chap from a game. It's really the worst nightmare of a mother of young children. Basically you can do all those filthy habits you were told not to - can I pick my nose? Yeah, sure. Can I flick it? Go ahead! Can I fart, loudly and proudly? Why not? Even chilis are obtainable to allow flame farts that propel you to a higher platform. The last boss is some kind fo scientist that you have to knock into a toilet and then flush. Obviously this game is only for the maturest people.
But for the full experience you need the magazines. Sega power! What a magazine that was. From the awfully done news section at the beginning to the abysmal fan pictures at the back, it was right on the border of genius and cheese. It wasn't afraid to call a new piece of yogic breathing apparatus "Sh*te!". It gave some really good and honest reviews, and it also had some of the best lines ever ("The Saturn is here! It's £400! And it's OUT NOW!"). It was the best and worst magazine imaginable at the same time. And somehow it worked. God knows how, but it worked...
And then I tried......actually no, I didn't do anything. I packed it all away because my tea was ready, and being a fickel kind of person I chose a meal over our gaming heritage. But next time you see that old console in the corner of the attic, that insight into a bygone age, instead of ignoring it dust it off and spend ten minutes of your life playing it. ...Again. You'll be surprised just how good it is.
So I say......next generation consoles - who needs 'em? (No, that wasn't an invitation to indulge in theft)