I don't play Sonic anymore for the same reason I don't play Silent Hill anymore: the series is ruined beyond repair. Just so long as Sonic was there, I knew it was going to be an awesome ride. I managed to ignore all the ridiculous extraneous characters like Shadow and Big and the Chaotix. I still loved him when Sega went third-party. I loved that blue hedgehog, even throughout the turbulent Saturn and Dreamcast years. After all, those weren't real Sonic games, therefore they didn't count. I loved Sonic so much that I was able to overlook Sonic Spinball and Sonic 3D Blast. I loved Sonic 3, even though the Sega logo screen scared the hell out of me (the one in which Sonic jumps at the screen in a fashion most blurry). I loved Sonic 1, when I finally got my chance to play it. Of course, my family was, to put it simply, poor as fucking dirt, and I didn't get one until Sonic 2 became a pack-in with the system. This was the first time I had ever seen Sonic the Hedgehog, and synapses in my five or six year old brain fired off like they hadn't done in a long time I wanted a Sega Genesis, and I wanted it bad. This little blue thing running through loops at speeds previously unheard of. It was certainly much different from the slow, blocky NES games that I was used to. His smirk and his finger pointing upwards gave way to the screenshots from the game he was featured in. All of them featured this strange looking creature staring back at me from the page.
I enjoyed the holy hell out of Mario and Double Dragon like nobody's business. Let me rewind back to when I was just a little kid in New Jersey.
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