The other day, my kid found one of my old Sega Genesis cartridge boxes in the loft—you know, those long cardboard affairs that could double as rulers if you were desperate enough. Streets of Rage 2, spine slightly bent from where I'd grabbed it too eagerly one too…

You know that moment when you're digging through a dusty cardboard box in your mate's garage sale and your fingers brush against something that makes your heart skip? That happened to me three summers ago when I found a pristine copy of Rocket Knight Adventures tucked between some…

The cartridge slot on my Mega Drive clicked with that satisfying plastic snap that meant business was about to happen. I'd just picked up Alien Soldier from a particularly shady-looking bloke at a car boot sale who claimed it was "just some shoot-em-up thing" his son never played.…

Picture this: there I was, controller in hand, wiggling that stubby little analog stick on my N64 pad and watching Mario's face stretch and morph in ways that shouldn't have been possible on hardware that cost less than my dad's monthly beer budget. That moment—the first time you…