Anybody who has ever dug up a classic game from his or her childhood knows that nostalgia can sometimes be a letdown. Rose-tinted glasses can be shattered in a heartbeat. But sometimes, returning to a classic game is like revisiting a long-lost friend—he greets you, and then you two walk out onto the rage-filled streets to dole out your violent brand of vigilante justice.

I have played every popular console in the United States, but my favorite was always the Nintendo 64. Sure, everyone loved it for its first few years of existence before the new millennium, but I defend to this day that the N64 is still a game system superior to any kind created before or after its birth.