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
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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....