Existing almost entirely on the Internet lends me a lot of free time during which I can scour the web, decry the death of my innocent, carefree childhood and drink until I can’t remember what year it is. Occasionally, all three of those pastimes come together in a glorious anachronistic explosion, and I come across something like the above video: a JapanesePhantasy StarIVad, courtesy ofSega-16’smedia teat.
“But Nex, now we have fancy consoles capable of predicting the future and not electrocuting us when we bathe with them! The Genesis is as dead as Bradley Nowell!”
Sure, Billy, I suppose that’s true, but do any of these new consoles have the same kind of early 90s, Cameron-inspired uncertainty as to whether they could gain sentience and plot to kill us? I think not.
In the end, friends, you would think I had a point here, wouldn’t you? Once again, you would be horribly, horribly wrong.
(Editor’s Note: Shhh! The video’s playing! — Nex)
