Damn you, Mad Catz.
That's when you knew you were in trouble.
This really put your home engineering skills to the test.
There's no way he could beat you otherwise.
My blocks! My beautiful memory blocks!
Fuck you, Nintendo.
Imagine running downstairs on Christmas morning to open the biggest present under the tree, then Father Christmas jumps out and does a big shit on you. Yeah, that.
Dreamcast fans will tell you it was ahead of its time. Everyone else will tell you it was the most ridiculous thing they'd ever seen. Given that it almost destroyed Sega, you'd be inclined to believe the latter.
Even though you told her you weren't near one for at least another 10 minutes. Are you deaf or just stupid, Mum?
Who's laughing now, Blockbuster? Who's laughing now?
Good job you had no friends, eh?
Do books even exist now?
You just wait, Dad. One day I'll get my own TV, and when I do... this will cease to be a problem. Good, then.
"Stoooop, he's already dead."
Complex. Throwing Knives only. No Oddjob.
It might look like a bunch of pixels now, but back then this was a waking nightmare.
Goodnight, sweet prince.