When I was 12, nothing would ever top the Dreamcast. Video game graphics had peaked, and were never going to get better than that. I mean, how could they? The games looked photo-realistic to my eyes!
When my best friend and I got the PS2 we went home and played Twisted Metal Black. I remember saying, “Bro, how much more real could it get?”
I wish he had lived long enough to see just how far the PS3 and Xbox 360 took it. Maybe my age is showing, but I’m still surprised by titles from that era sometimes.
I mean, not like I was when Drake put his hands on the wall in Uncharted 4, but still.