The simple, but undertoned joy of blowing nintendo/sega cartridges
These days the lil geek muhfukkas would prolly say some shyt like "Do you have any isopropyl alcohol and cotton balls? "
"oh no the network is down! "-- fukk outta here back the online gameplay was bringing your games/controller to your potna n'em house. 'Twitch' was anxiously waiting your turn when there weren't enough controllers or it was a 1 player game. That's could be your BEST FRIEND on the sticks, A1 since day 1 and in the back of your mind you were still thinking "Please god, let this nikka die already "
Later, if you could hook up 2 N64s or playstations you were a god
It was the Gladiator arena with those sticks breh....didn't matter who did what, who's Mom walked in front of the screen, or broken button, you lost, you are off....
Worst mistake I ever made was letting my friend borrow Donkey Kong Country cartridge.....never saw him or the game ever again....