I see you cradling that pint-size Super NES like it is the last donut at the office party—don’t play coy, we already know you spent a week refreshing restock alerts. Now the existential terror sets in: twenty-one cartridges live inside that gray monolith, each one whispering “pick me” like Pokémon in a glass Poké Ball. […]

Before thumbsticks sprouted like plasticky antennae and save files outlived pet hamsters, arcades were cigarette-fog laboratories where you learned physics, psychology, and bankruptcy in equal measure. “Best games before 1980?” you ask, eyebrow cocked. Isn’t that like ranking dinosaur dentists? (Short answer: we already know the T-Rex had floss envy; long answer: strap in.) Today