what i loved about the 8-bit era was how terrible most of the games were, how absolutely awful they were. you could pay $60 and be saddled with the worst game imaginable, a game that bore no relation to its license or box art.
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I read a piece when I was a kid in a game mag- covering a kid that was able to beat levels of a game without the TV turned on. The writer thought this was proof the kid loved the game. Any actual kid knew this was the opposite, this was a kid burdened with a shit game for months
that's just perfect, "that's real life" as my father would say. so many of these methodical neurotic habits that gave birth to speedrunning and other dumbass activities grew out of the intense boredom and regret we all felt with such awful shit around us
