As Christmas 2016 passes by I’m inevitably lost in snowy memories of childhood. My mom coming home from the recently opened Children’s Palace with stories of toys from floor to ceiling. Where we would later buy our Commodore 64, and Congo Bongo, and Load Runner.
Every December I would load up the Christmas Demo and hope that someone may randomly stop by to share in the festive synth beeps.
Years later, during my TurboGrafx-16 run, I noticed a couple rectangular presents under the tree, and became obsessed with the idea of it being a game I could play now, today. One afternoon alone I peeled back a bit of wrapping and saw China Warrior looking back. It ended up being a terrible game, which gave me time to practice my surprised and happy look I’d soon need.