Thomas Ennis
Well-Known Member
An eerie feeling shot down my spine yesterday when I was playing Castlevania 4. My brother and I were talking about difficult games from times past. Castevania 3 was mentioned of course, but something else crossed my mind. From the darkest depths of my unconcious mind I got a memory so terrifying, that I nearly turned white.
My memory was Ghosts and Goblins.
One fine Christmas day, I opened up my first package. Resting inside, was a Nintendo game that I had never seen before. The cover looked cool, and the manual was filled with interesting tid bits. Eagerly I placed the game into my Nintendo console and hit the power button.
The experience I received, scarred me for the rest of my life. As I played this monstrousity, I began to curse the jolly fat man that delivered it under my tree. This game was harder then any I have ever played, and any I have played since. Through all the anguist and tears, I never made it past level 3. I recently got an oppurtunity to download the game onto my WII......with every fiber of my being, I refused.
My memory was Ghosts and Goblins.
One fine Christmas day, I opened up my first package. Resting inside, was a Nintendo game that I had never seen before. The cover looked cool, and the manual was filled with interesting tid bits. Eagerly I placed the game into my Nintendo console and hit the power button.
The experience I received, scarred me for the rest of my life. As I played this monstrousity, I began to curse the jolly fat man that delivered it under my tree. This game was harder then any I have ever played, and any I have played since. Through all the anguist and tears, I never made it past level 3. I recently got an oppurtunity to download the game onto my WII......with every fiber of my being, I refused.