Last night I was digging through a dusty box in the spare room—you know, the one that's been sealed since we moved house three years ago—and I found my old Sega cartridge collection. Thirty-odd games stacked like plastic dominoes, each one carrying enough memories to power a Mega…

Walking into my local indie game shop last weekend, I spotted something that made my heart skip a beat—a pristine copy of Moonwalker for the Mega Drive, complete with that distinctive silver spine and Michael Jackson's unmistakable silhouette. The asking price was steep enough to make my wallet…

Saturday morning, 2005. I'm staring at what looks like a chunky grey sandwich with screens, wondering if Nintendo's lost their minds. The DS had landed, and with it came something I'd never expected—a portable version of the game that basically taught me how to exist in three dimensions.…

The smell hit me first—that particular mix of pizza grease and teenage determination that only a proper four-player split-screen session could produce. We're talking summer of '97, my mate Dave's living room, and the N64 controller cables snaking across the carpet like some sort of electronic pasta disaster.…