I pulled into first with her right behind me. She had a red shell. I had a banana. It was a game of chicken and timing.
The ladder ends in a circular chamber that looks something like a Victorian train station. Cohn apologizes that it is so simple despite the massive size of the chamber, the many tunnels leading out, and the gold filigree along the great dome’s ribs.
That invincible feeling didn’t last long. My early twenties didn’t last long. Nothing does, except maybe our doubts.
I would then go back and show the other girls how to shoot in Golden Eye, drift in Mario Kart, or find their missing Pokémon.
From as far back as I can remember, I’ve been looking for something transcendent. While it may sound crazy, this is what gaming was to me for a long time. This interest later evolved into some extremely bad behavior.
Simply put: Cartridge Lit is coming to you in book form in November 2015. It will be everything you love about this place and more.