A recent stroll at the mall with that certain someone resulted in a conversation about video games. I’m not talking about those bloody adrenaline-rushing 3-D spectacles of modern programming and cross-marketing that now passes for the genre. I’m talkin’ dunh dunh dunh dunh dunh Dunh, DUNH. Doo-doo Doo-doo Doo-doo. Nintendo. The original. NES. What seemed like the sole reason for my existence during a good chunk of the more formative years.
Ah, yes. So I tried downloading the former NES Emulator I had on an old machine ages ago, but I’m glad it wouldn’t work on VISTA because who wants something called NESticle.
After finding a virtual NES java Web site, I stumbled upon NEStopia and this large collection of games. The version of Arkanoid is particularly rewarding because it has infinite lives coded right into to it to ensure hours of seamless fun.
I may never leave the house again.