You are asked the runtime of a specific burp. Option A: 2 seconds. Option B: 4 seconds. Option C: "That burp signifies the existential dread of the working class." You pick A. BWONG. You lose. The disc ejects itself in shame.

So why do I feel a pang of nostalgia every time I see a static menu screen?

And for just a second, you’ll smile.

And honestly? That’s fine. The lag was unbearable.

Modern games autosave every 30 seconds. DVD games? They saved nothing. You got to question three of five? Great. Time for dinner. You turn off the TV. You come back two hours later.