
Friday the 13th for NES is fucking awful. A terrible, shambling wreck of a game that, much like Jason Voorhees, refuses to die. I was unfortunate enough to have this game as a kid and my inability to make even a small amount of progress in it still haunts me. Some nights, I wake up in a cold sweat and find myself screaming, “GEORGE, WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING SLOW!?”
I have been to Camp Crystal Lake. I have heard the shrill uncontrollable bleeping of countless young campers being slain. I have been stalked by zombies, attacked by crows, and lost in an endless maze of trees. I have stared in to the absolute definition of terror time after time and failed.
But not tonight. Tonight, I drag Jason Voorhees and his horrible NES cart STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL.
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