Or How Can a Silly Little Light Gun Game Be So Damn Endearing?
No, that's not a typo. This is a game reviewed by me from 10 years ago. I was a much different person convinced that I was going to be a video game journalist. So convinced in fact, I wrote and self-published my own reviews and magazine called "The Black Reviewer". Yeah, the name was bad in retrospect. Nevertheless, I wrote many reviews for myself back then and this is where my passion for writing (and subsequently fighting games) really started. The following is from one of my favorite reviews that I ever wrote. It is almost completely unedited with the removal of one small detail. Unfortunately, everything else is the same include the really terrible typos amassed throughout. So with that...um..enjoy? I think?
I wish I could say that the fact that I haven't been writing much is that I'm having a thrilling adventure, living life to the fullest, and feeling at the top of my game... but that would be a lie. A really great lie that I would gladly trade my current standing, but a lie nevertheless. I've hit rock bottom, at least from a personal standing. Yesterday, after coming home from a rough night at my 3rd shift job, then having a hard time sleeping in the day, and finally just plain being a really cranky ass to myself and others, I kind of found it hard to be happy about anything really.