What can I say about Chrono Trigger that hasn’t been said on one of the many podcasts on which its been brought up? I knew I had missed a lot by not owning an SNES as a kid, but I didn’t know I missed a game that would fundamentally change how I felt about an entire genre. It’s easily one of the best games I’ve ever played, and I want more! And with that in mind, I’m now ready to proclaim that my next step in my rehab program is Final Fantasy III (or VI, depending on how worldly you’re feeling). Continue reading
I thought I hit rock-bottom about four months ago. After a brief stint of sobriety earlier in the year, I fell off the wagon. I found myself spending more time with Destiny than with my loved ones. Worse still, I found myself spending more time with Destiny than any other video game. I wasn’t eating. I wasn’t sleeping. I was just chasing that max light level dragon. And then one day, it just clicked in my head. This was a colossal waste of time.
Finally, with this monkey off my back, I could refocus my energy on our podcasts, this website, and the games that I had been ignoring. I played Uncharted 1, Uncharted 2, Uncharted 3, Uncharted 4, Until Dawn, Rise of the Tomb Raider, and Inside. And it was great. I felt like a real gamer again.
Then someone messaged me about two weeks ago. Someone from my past. Someone who enabled me time and time again.
“It’s Iron Banner this weekend in Destiny. You can get the gauntlets you need to hit max light level.”
And with those few words, I was back. Just for two hours, but I was back. I haven’t played since, but it forced me to admit to myself that I’ll always be a Destiny addict. I was left with no choice but to check myself back into a more intense version of Retro Rehab. I’ve added an extra step to make sure my sobriety sticks for good this time, but for now, it’s time for step 3, Super Mario World. Continue reading
Step 4: WWF Royal Rumble
Forgive me readers for I have sinned. It’s been four weeks since my last rehab session. As you might have guessed, I’ve fallen off the wagon. I can’t shake my Destiny addiction and my rehab is suffering. In an attempt to get back on the wagon, I’ve temporarily skipped steps 2 and 3 in favor of step 4, the quicker-to-beat WWF Royal Rumble. It might be a cop out, but what do you expect from an addict?
I have a confession: I was a deprived as a child. I wasn’t deprived of food or shelter, but of video games. Though I begged my parents ever since the moment I could first speak for a Super Nintendo to call my very own, they refused to break. In fact, I think they derived just a little bit of enjoyment out of watching me suffer through a childhood without a SNES to keep me company. And though I finally broke my parents by the Christmas of 1997, the Super Nintendo had all but faded into irrelevance. My parents were seduced by the allure of 3D, and though I loved my new Nintendo 64, I’ve been chasing the dragon that is the Super Nintendo ever since. With the love and support of my bros, I’ve admitted myself into the Retro Rehab 10-Step Program: