Getting new game consoles as a kid is a strange experience. Aside from specific games you really want and have read about in magazines for months, what exactly you end up playing and ultimately falling in love with is often down to chance. When my mum ditched my dirtbag father and we moved countries in 2002 she stole his original PlayStation and a box full of games before throwing them in my lap. All of a sudden, I was christened a gamer.
Inside this box was a laundry list of classics. Final Fantasy 7, Crash Bandicoot, Spyro the Dragon, Hogs of War, Gex: Deep Cover Gecko, Silent Hill, and so many others that escape me all these years later. I came from a relatively poor family with nine siblings and parents who worked all the time, so often I was thrown video games and expected to kill time on my own terms. Aside from forming a teensy bit of resentment, this also put me on the path to where I am today. My PS2 was pre-owned and bought from my brother’s stoner bestie for a fraction of the price, while my PS3 came from similar circumstances.
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I wasn’t handed a freshly sealed package on Christmas morning, but something that looked like it was stolen off the back of a truck on the M25. Maybe it was, and who was I to question how this machine ended up here? It was mine, and I want to run through the random selection of games that came with it. Turns out that my mum actually has decent taste.
Okay she can’t win them all, because this first game is a total stinker. Sonic 2006 was bad on all platforms, but the PS3 version somehow takes the cake. Its visuals and performance were improved over the Xbox 360, but it traded this in for loading times
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