Simon, the tricky reflex tester. I happen to have the reflexes of a panther, so I always did well in this game. I was wondering the other day if this game would have been easier if there were no sound? Beep, boop, womp womp!
Something tells me that many a fingertip was taken off playing this old 90s past-time. Good times, good times.
"You'll get caught up in the, Crossfire! Crossfire! CROSS FIYAAHHH!!" This game wins the best-theme-song-for-a-board-game award. Kudos to you, Crossfire. Thanks for starting many a fight between me and my brother. This one's for you.
Yeah, I collected Pogs. I'm not sure why--sort of like that Tamigotchi phase. We just sort of did it without thinking, wanted it because we were told to want it. Oh, American advertisers--you're good at your job. I think I witnessed someone actually playing with Pogs two times, max. All I remember doing was looking at my collection on end. Weird.
"Segaaaa." Oh, game gear. How many hours I wasted trying to beat Sonic the Hedgehog on you. That's the only game I ever played, except trying and failing at Sonic II. Gooood times.
This last one's not really related to 90s games. But I wonder if any places in the 80s/90s actually looked like The Max from Saved by the Bell, a show I watched entirely too much of. If so, I hope they have already burned to the ground. The lameness is astounding. How did anyone ever think this was cool (or am I the only loser who thought so)?!
And we end with the 90s in one picture. Fresh to the death.
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