Sea-Dragon
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A lot of our memories acquire rose-colored glasses upon reflection; maybe that band wasn't so great, maybe that movie wasn't the testament to cinematic brilliance we thought it was, maybe the auther of that book didn't really put all of his contemporaries to shame as he did in our tiny world at the time.
But the games... the games. I can still remember my first exposure to video games, the switch that was flipped, the thing that accelerated my interest into the time-consuming beast it is today.
Jailbreak. Late 1985, maybe early 1986. In a cheap little pizza joint, as a kid of 9 or 10. I heard "The warden has been taken hostage. Free him, no matter what the cost." Eyes opened, my hobbies took on a decidely digital slant from that day forth.
What's yours? Was it Super Mario Brothers, was it Chrono Trigger, was it Castlevania: Symphony of Night? Or maybe Blue Shark or Rally X...
But the games... the games. I can still remember my first exposure to video games, the switch that was flipped, the thing that accelerated my interest into the time-consuming beast it is today.
Jailbreak. Late 1985, maybe early 1986. In a cheap little pizza joint, as a kid of 9 or 10. I heard "The warden has been taken hostage. Free him, no matter what the cost." Eyes opened, my hobbies took on a decidely digital slant from that day forth.
What's yours? Was it Super Mario Brothers, was it Chrono Trigger, was it Castlevania: Symphony of Night? Or maybe Blue Shark or Rally X...