While digging through old comics, I found a few crumbs of gaming magazines, time for a journey without value!
Lord but what was that Sub-Zero design supposed to communicate, he has suspenders that double as a life preserver.
(No, I won't tell you the Ultimate Kombat Kode. I *can't*. It'll only pass from my lips as a death rattle, whispered in the ear of my slayer. Your blood for my blood, may it please the gods we curse.)
Very normal people, goodbrained, the lot of them.
Presumably they were all put to death to hide how terrible this port was, a grim foundation of bones and regret for the throne of lies.
True story, I was the first person to be struck in the head by a penny thrown off the Empire State Building, and I've been in a coma since the 90's. Was the Nomad everything they promised?
Hahahahahano no no, you don't have to tell me this one, I know this shit didn't work.
"Prepare to be Romanced!" Sometimes, you just don't have a second idea.
Street Fighter Alpha looks sick as fuck, y'all.
Seriously, don't cross it.
Eat shit, 32-bit systems, your polygons will never catch on. Godless, many-angled heathens.
Little known fact, Ari Aster cut his teeth in print, before hot-stepping it to Hollywood.
The kid up the street had some pictures of Tapion he'd printed out, he convinced me this was a Dragon Ball spinoff.
You think anyone's ever called Kirby "cute" and lived to tell about it? I won't be the first to try, I'll tell you that right fucking now.
Y'all, gaming magazines were so stupid, and I miss them something
fierce.