Okay well there wasn’t an update last week. There are two reasons why: First, I didn’t have very much to say. I played the same two games I’ve been playing forever last week, NBA 2K15 and Klonoa 2: Dream Champ Tournament and that’s basically it. Second, other, more important things were happening last Monday and I’d be the most blind person in the world to think anyone would want to break up the serious conversations on race and the police with a post on why I hate auto-scrolling levels.

and I have no reason why it didn’t come out yesterday. Anyway,

Klonoa 2: Dream Champ Tournament (GBA): Fourth Appearance, Fourth Straight Appearance

I hate auto-scrolling levels, especially in a puzzle-platformer like this. You’ll notice my favorite games in this genre, Donkey Kong ’94 and Wario Land 3 had no levels like this. Thankfully, there’s only one that I found, and I was able to skip it. This is still a good game.

Clockwork Knight (SAT): First Appearance

I first played this game last Wednesday, and I need to ask one question about it: For those of you who grew up before having the ability to save games, how did you manage? I mean, I know you have at least a few hours off at some point in your life, but let’s say you get really far in a game like Clockwork Knight, or Super Mario Bros. 3 and it’s late at night, and you have to get up for work or school the next morning. Do you stop the game and come back to the beginning the next day, or do you keep the console running all night? I did that with a PS2 once accidentally, and the disc drive stopped working. Maybe hardware was different back then, maybe that’s why so much hardware fails with age. To be fair, the Saturn is unusually durable for a video game console. Having the ability to save your game is a necessity for modern children such as myself.

Daytona USA (SAT): First Appearance

I love this game. Even this shitty port, which isn’t close to the arcade version at all. It’s one of those games I can spend hours playing late at night and not think of anything else. It’s like comfort food. I know that I can play Daytona for a little while, watch myself get better and better at racing over the course of a night, and then put the controller down and go to bed. I’ve always had games like these. When I was in middle school I would aimlessly skate around in Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland when I was angry, it was something I could do while I thought.

There’s a word for this: Escapism. A temporary evasion of the real responsibilities and tragedies of life. doot do do doot do doot do doo dooooooooooo