I've played a few truly bad games in my time. But my first experience with a bad game came before I even owned a video game console.
My parents rented a NES for my brother and I. We got SMB 1 and 2 (even as a five year old, I knew that you could depend on Mario being fun), a few other games and Ghostbusters.
As an important side note, I loved Ghostbusters. Loved them. It was the first thing I was ever obsessed with. My dad even made me a proton pack out of a javex bottle, and I would walk around the house in footsy pajamas and elbow pads with this bottle strapped to my back.
But somehow, as though influenced by some perverse, dark magick, the Ghostbusters Video Game ... sucked. How can you combing the two most amazing things in the universe and end up with something that one of Gozer's dogs ralphed up?!
It wasn't easy for my young mind to comprehend. I couldn't quite put into words how something so assuredly cool could be so lame.
So instead I just played the crap out of the Mario games.







