Spoiled and bitter. That pretty much sums up where I was during that awkward transition between the Nintendo 64 and the Gamecube. Let’s face it: my old friends over at Nintendo had just had their little yellow asses owned for the first time ever by Sony’s Playstation, despite a valiant first and third party effort (courtesy of in-house development and those genius british bastards over at Rare). It really burned my ass at the time. The N64 was (and still is) home to some of the best games ever made and yet kids back then sounded practically embarrassed to admit that they owned one. Probably because every asshole that bought a fancy pants CD based system wouldn’t shut up about how mind-blowing the load times were or how they could just sit there for hours and watch a bunch of CG cut-scenes that they didn’t even have to play.