So many people wear their NES Veteran badges with strutting pride,
as though they were the OGs of the gaming 'hood.
But now, you button-overloaded youth can experience gaming the way it really started
with the Legacy USB Atari Joystick.
You too get to know the sickening spinal creak the d-pad's great grandfather, as you fly plane-shaped pixels off one side of the screen, to loop around behind your prey. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
You can experience the urge to bludgeon someone to death with your hefty joystick when they stomp your ass in Pong.
It's simple one-button control was good enough for your fathers, and it's good enough for you.
You want rumble? Why the hell do you want rumble? Are you one of them "funny" fellas?
It's high time we gamers got back to a simpler, more wholesome age, where the only hot chicks in our games had square boobs.
Now get off of my lawn.
Whippersnappers.
No offense intended to them funny fellas.
Some of my best friends are some a those funny fellas.
Really.
as though they were the OGs of the gaming 'hood.
But now, you button-overloaded youth can experience gaming the way it really started
with the Legacy USB Atari Joystick.
You too get to know the sickening spinal creak the d-pad's great grandfather, as you fly plane-shaped pixels off one side of the screen, to loop around behind your prey. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
You can experience the urge to bludgeon someone to death with your hefty joystick when they stomp your ass in Pong.
It's simple one-button control was good enough for your fathers, and it's good enough for you.
You want rumble? Why the hell do you want rumble? Are you one of them "funny" fellas?
It's high time we gamers got back to a simpler, more wholesome age, where the only hot chicks in our games had square boobs.
Now get off of my lawn.
Whippersnappers.
No offense intended to them funny fellas.
Some of my best friends are some a those funny fellas.
Really.
