The Zac Attack: Next gen videogames upset universal balance

I was 7 years old when I brought home my first video game.

I was visiting my family in Ohio when my cousin, who is considerably older than I, handed me a box.

“Here take this Zac,” he said. “I just got a Nintendo 64 and I don’t need this anymore.”

I opened the box and saw a gray and black box, some game cartridges and rectangles with red and black buttons. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I was about to experience one of the most enjoyable times of my life.

I remember the long drive home, with the box sitting next to me. I couldn’t wait to get home and find out what it could do.

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