I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 1995 or maybe 1996, time distorts when you're forty-five and I was holding that black Nintendo cartridge with both hands, like holding a trophy, even if it was a trophy rented for a weekend at Blockbuster. Killer Instinct for Super Nintendo wasn't...
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