As many of you may know, I’m a retro gamer. I’m a collector of old games and game systems, despite the fact that I could easily emulate most of the games I try to obtain, or play them in some Ps3 or virtual console port. Still, I like to have the originals whenever possible, even if I can’t always play them in their original formats. Some of the games are actually easier to play in their ported versions in fact, because of the advent of save stating, rescuing me from having to start Sonic 2 over every time I want to shut down the console and walk away. Sometimes you just don’t have 4 hours to sit down and finish Sonic.
I have a problem. I don’t finish games.
It’s not that I don’t want to. No, believe me – I wish I could finish every game in my library. Part of the reason I keep all my old game systems and games is because I think “maybe I’ll go back and beat ‘Jurassic Park’ for the SEGA Genesis.” The problem, right now, is time. Continue reading
My 8th Birthday was one of the best days of my life. Not to say that my life has been lackluster since, but April 15th, 1996 sticks in my mind as one of the best days EVER.
I was a typical 8 year old boy. I was in the Third Grade, and it was Gym Class. Our gym teacher was, incidentally, father to the 5th grader that every boy from the 3rd Grade and up had a crush on, even if we didn’t know it yet. Still, Gym class wasn’t really my favorite. We got to play cool games sometimes, but I preferred the wide open spaces of the concrete and grass playground. The soccer field, that weird wooden thing that somebody probably died on, and the big grassy field that I had most of my childhood adventures on were where my mind was, cooped up and sitting in shorts on the cold floor of the gym. That is to say, the jungle gym was my favorite gym. Continue reading
My fellow gamers… this is as far as I will take the joke of the title.
Superman has had a bad run of luck in the games industry lately. Really, you could say he’s had a rather bad life. Superman is one of the most iconic comic book characters every, and is in every type of media, including movies, clothing, lunch-boxes, and pajamas with footies on them. But one market he’s never seemed to be able to get a good foothold in is games.
Ever since his debut title on the Atari 2600, up until the last title he had all to himself – Superman Returns for the PS2 and XBOX consoles – Superman has never really had a good game. In fact, the Big Blue Boyscout probably holds the title for having the “Worst Video Game Ever,” Superman 64.
Now, I’m not saying Superman has never had a decent game. Plenty of his titles have received mixed-to-positive reviews. But that’s just it – they have always been forgettable. Batman (the Emo-Kid of super-dudes), probably has the best video game of his contemporaries to date, the spectacular “Arkham Asylum.” The granddaddy of all superheroes should have something equally as good, right? But why hasn’t he? Continue reading
(excuse this review being outdated, I wrote it when I got the game a year or two ago)
Imagine if Banjo and Kazooie from their eponymous video game moved to Renaissance Italy and started killing EVERYONE.
That’s Assassin’s Creed II, in a nutshell.
Okay – maybe that’s an oversimplification. However, at their base, the games are both in the longstanding tradition of the “collect-a-thon,” having multiple useful – or otherwise – items to seek out and collect. It’s just that Assassin’s Creed II has a few add-ons, like any game should.
The player goes around ancient Italy, experiencing the DNA memories of a member of the “Assassin’s Brotherhood,” a group pitted against the Templar Knights before even Nicholas Cage, Orlando Bloom, or Tom Hanks got involved. Continue reading
Remember when we used to beg our parents for a quarter (or more likely, a roll of them) to go play at the arcade while they shopped at dumb ol’ JC Penney’s? Those were the days, weren’t they?
However, the sad fact today is that Arcades are a rarity in the USA, and sometimes sit eerily empty, smelling of dust, rather than pizza and diet coke that got spilled on the floor by that clumsy kid.
Stiff competition from the home console market in the nineties soundly defeated most of the Video Arcades in America, with ports of many of the same games, and the promise to parents of never having to shell out those quarters again – if only they knew it would create a lifelong habit and drain on money either way. As an added bonus, there were exclusive titles, and no creepy animatronic rodents to sing you songs. It would seem that the day of the Arcade has come and gone with the slap bracelets and pogs, relegated to the role of a daycare center for hyperactive children at the mall.
Or has it? Not if Japan has anything to say about it. Continue reading