KC Garcia writes, "I remember a time in my childhood where my friend and I would take turns playing Super Metroid while my shared the tasty treat known as the Fruit Roll-Up. Every time one of us would die or defeat a boss, we would pass the controller to the other; there was no whining. It even got a little silly when we decided to play the 'who could kill Samus in the most creative way' game. And although there weren't many distinct ways to kill of Ms. Aran – a task that just grew even more ridiculous and time-consuming once most of the Energy Tanks had been collected – it was all just great fun. I also recall sitting with several of my fiends and their brothers while we all partook in a rousing game of Bomberman; oh, there was a naught a sadistic symphony so sweet as the explosion of hearts. The banter like a Pentecostal church; sighs and profanity. And such vibrant commentary, more than usual from my own gob. If remember correctly it sounded something to the effect, “ I heard you like Jello”, when I kicked a jelly bomb. Or “ I wouldn’t go there if I was you”, immediately followed by, “told you not to go there". Controllers were dropped or even thrown, marked with the orange glow of their previous owner's digits, it was a damn good time."