NES

Amagon

Occasionally, someone asks me what the point is in reviewing old games. These things have been out for twenty years. Surely, everyone who cares has already formed their opinion. What they are forgetting is the most crucial fact of vintage media. Nostalgia lies. I remember my time playing Amagon with a great deal of fondness. I believe I actually stole (well, borrowed, and neglected to return) the cartridge from a friend so I could call it my own. Granted I was usually using the Game Genie to make playtime a bit easier, but I had a ball nonetheless. A decade later, Amagon looks a bit like the barfly you brought home last night, with your beer goggles playing the role of the Game Genie.

Upon completing my mission, I was awarded little explanation of the trial I had just suffered. After recovering from my stunned state, I found myself returned to my own world, kneeling before the relics behind the altar. How would I explain my findings? In my hands still remained the “Amagon”. Placing it in my pack, I stood and faced the entrance. I would have much time to consider my experiences on the long journey back home.