One year my parents happened to win a trip for two to Quebec via some kind of radio contest. They went, it was fun, end of story. Or was it the end of the story? You see, after spending the weekend with the radio hosts, my parents became fast friends with them, and continued the relationship to this day. What does that have to do with Mega Man 2? For me, everything. Because after that day, when the station was having a contest, very occasionally (I think twice ever) I was able to call up and be bumped to the head of the line and, if I remember correctly, I was even supplied with the right answer. It was a regular Quiz Show situation and I was a ten year old Ralph Fiennes.
My first brush with Final Fantasy IV (then Final Fantasy 2) was watching my friends, Jordan and Chris, play it at their house. I had come over in time to witness them infiltrating Baron Castle and defeating Kainazzo, (original English name so don’t @ me, bro) imposter king and Fiend of Water. This was my first brush with an RPG and the graphics, music and story quickly sucked me in. I continued to play bits and pieces with my friends but they weren’t allowed to loan games so I could never get fully invested in the story, which just killed me. I could tell there was something special there, and I wanted in. Continue reading “Kain’t Fight This Feeling”
So let us travel back to 1997. A young Chris can be found drooling over those infamous trailers that made players think games could run looking like a Pixar moviewith nothing but cut scene footage. It took about a month of begging before I finally managed to secure this massive three disc game. Since then it’s stuck with me through my life, giving me probably about seventeen different directions I could share with you how much I fell for this game. Instead I’ll stick with three oddball memories as it’d grow into the classic I’d love for years.
Back in gym class for seventh grade, sitting on the floor with a split in my pants waiting for the day to end (don’t ask) – I was talking to my buddy about video games. Scott was going on about Final Fantasy VII, how awesome it was, how much time he spent on it, etc. He had previously played FF3 on SNES and enjoyed it a lot. The series was mostly foreign to me, having just dabbled in FF2 (SNES) a bit but never taking it too seriously. All the cool places he was talking about… Magic, dragons, crazy guys with silver hair and swords the length of a Buick. I was awe in listening to him talk about it because I knew I wanted to get it already. It was akin to reading reviews for a game you already preordered, eager for any taste of it you can. The TV commercials had won me over and now I just needed to wear my mom down into buying it for me. The final piece of that came into play when I found a coupon in some game magazine at the time to save $10 when buying it at Target, so I knew it was almost mine. Scott then explained to me “Oh dude, it’s so good. I can’t wait til you get it and play it. Just don’t waste your time with the healer chick Aeris, they kill her off at the end of the first disc.” – Done. Just like that. A game I was so eager for, that would eventually go on to be one of my top five favorite games of all time – Spoiled in the eve of me acquiring it and playing it for the first time. One of the most heart-wrenching moments of gaming written off as a random point of data just like “contains 13 towns to visit, fully rendered in 3D!” would be blasted on the back of a game box.
In denial and still heartbroken over what I saw as Square’s betrayal of Nintendo, I never really got into Final Fantasy VII. I had also never had the funds before to dabble in video-game-system-polygamy, and I had already opted for a Nintendo 64, for better or worse, with Final Fantasy or without, ’til GameCube do us part. But time heals all wounds and bagging groceries on Camp Pendleton was a fairly lucrative job so I wound up in possession of a PlayStation sometime in the fall of 1999.
The events of my life in 1999-2000 were a perfect storm for falling in love with the angsty, teenage-soap-opera that is Final Fantasy VIII. To recap, it was my senior year of high school so there was a bright light at the end of the tunnel that could lead to almost anywhere, and the possibilities were intoxicating; in order to woo a certain young lady, I had begun watching Dawson’s Creek, then airing season 3, which to this day is a masterful mix of nostalgia, heartache, angst, and wanting, not to mention the best slow-burn love triangle in TV history (seriously, watch it); as a young Mormon guy, I was getting ready to serve a mission, which can involve two years of service in a foreign country. All of this created a fertile field for the story of two star-crossed lovers and their team of teenage diplomats/warriors who crisscross the globe to battle a time-compressing future-wizard and her cronies.
“Oh cool,” I said. “A jacket.”
It was a blue and white windbreaker, to be specific and it was cool, just not what a newly-minted 11 year old was hoping for as his final birthday present. I tried to hide my disappointment.
“Thanks Mom and Dad.”
“You’re welcome,” said my mom, smiling. “Isn’t it cool how it has so many pockets?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied, shoving my hands into the side pockets, trying to match her enthusiasm.
My fingers brushed against some crumpled paper and I pulled it out, thinking it was that white packing paper they use to fluff out display clothing. But it wasn’t that at all. It was $50.
“Whoa, fifty bucks?!”
My parents laughed.
“What do you want to get?”
Of course they knew the answer before they asked the question, so the next day we headed towards the Mission Viejo mall to scope out the now-defunct Babbages. Approximately twenty minutes later we walked out with a game that looked awesome but that I had never played before: Final Fight.
Back in the early 90’s beat ’em ups were all the rage on the streets. There were Final Fights, Golden Axes, Double Dragons, some Bad Dudes, Power Rangers, X-Men, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Then you had your Streets of Rage smack dab right in the middle of the frenzy of pallet swapping enemy punch-a-thons with friends. While hard to stick out in that busy crowd of what seems to be a pretty well-tread genre, Streets of Rage managed to hold its own. In particular for me I had a soft spot for Streets of Rage 2, and it’s youngest hero, Skate.
Growing up, few games were a staple of every sleepover and birthday party like Double Dragon 2: The Revenge. It was a game that hit on every level, that everyone could enjoy. Challenging but not to hard, great co-op but still fun to play solo, good range of enemy-types and environments, and awesome moves. Double Dragon 2 did what a great action sequel should do, that is, it built upon the original and added better set pieces and a slightly more complicated set of moves while keeping the good stuff. I don’t even know how many times I cyclone and high jump-kicked my way through that game, but whatever my parents paid for it was money well-spent.
I’m eleven years old, it’s summer, and via Blockbuster I’ve somehow convinced my mom to let me rent Robocop 3 for the SNES. This is a big deal in and of itself because failure to return a copy of Star Tropics for an inordinate amount of time the previous summer had resulted in some quasi-legal threats. Yeah. Anywho … why Robocop 3? I don’t know! I’ve never been a huge fan of the franchise to be honest. In the world of Robocop or Terminator the time travel always gave the edge to the T-800. Sorry, Murphy.
It seems like a life time ago – Back before there was a Wii or DS that gave Nintendo the ability to buy gold plated islands – They were at a place in the market trying to fight for their position in the games space. Sony was releasing the PlayStation, Sega Saturn was already on store shelves, and the SNES/GameBoy were fading platforms commercially. We’d be a year out from the Nintendo 64 or Pokemon. What they did have up their sleeves was a bold risk to follow up the beloved Tetris playing machine called the Virtual Boy. Chances are you haven’t ever played one, as by the end of it’s incredibly short life it only moved 770,000 units… or less than 5% of what the Wii U has sold at this point.
“We are our memory,
we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,
that pile of broken mirrors.”
– Jorge Luis Borges
When the original Mario Bros. first came out in 1983 I was a year old and video-game-console-less, so I didn’t get around to playing it until 1990 when it was released as the Battle Mode in Super Mario Bros. 3. My brother and I discovered it by accident when our video-gaming was, temporarily consigned to the garage for a period of time. Whatever this quasi-exile was the result of is lost to the annals of family history. What I do know is this provided us with battered folding chairs, a worn card table with a cracking plastic cover, and a section of discarded carpeting for Tipper to sit and watch and receive the occasional back scratching or ear rubbing. And while Mario Bros. lacked the overwhelming charm of Super Mario Bros. 3, what with its many suits and variety of exotic worlds, Mario Bros. provided us with a no-frills, singular goal: clear these pipes.