The other weekend I walked about a mile to my local Gamestop and finally picked up a Playstation 4. When I got it all hooked up, the first game I played on it was Mega Man 3. Why the fuck would I spend $300 to use one of the most powerful consoles ever known to man to play an 8-bit game first released in 1990?
So, why spend $300 to play Mega Man 3? For Christmas in 1990, I was given a physical copy of Mega Man 3. I don’t remember much from that period in life, but I remember every stage of that game perfectly, the soundtrack is burned into my brain. That 8-bit masterpiece is a doorway to my past, connecting my present-self with my younger incarnation. It is a portal I want to keep open for as long as I live. I’m honestly not sure if the Mega Man tattoo on my left shoulder helps with that, but, hey, it looks pretty cool.