The super talented Chris Baker has created a reading of my new book, The SNES Omnibus Vol. 1. More specifically, the chapter focusing on The Death and Return of Superman. You can watch the video in full screen by clicking HERE.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
John Szczepaniak is my kind of cat: a prolific author and journalist writing about video games. He has thoroughly explored a subject I know little about: the inner workings of Japanese game development. I'm grateful to John for his informative and entertaining contributions to the SNES Omnibus project. Judging by our interactions online, John is also a nice guy and a solid citizen. Thanks, John!
Here's John's bio from The SNES Omnibus: The Super Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M):
John Szczepaniak has been a journalist for over 15 years and has interviewed more than 180 people. He is also a novelist and copy editor. His trilogy of interview books, The Untold History of Japanese Game Developers, is available on Amazon and totals nearly a million words detailing previously undocumented secrets about your favorite Japanese games, direct from the developers themselves. He’s written for Gamasutra, Game Developer Magazine, Retro Gamer, GamesTM, Official PlayStation Magazine, The Escapist and Hardcore Gaming101, plus over a dozen other outlets.
Monday, August 6, 2018
Check out this polished, entertaining and even funny video review of my new book, The SNES Omnibus Vol. 1. Thanks to David Hoffman for a job well done. You can watch the video full screen HERE.
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
I was a guest recently at Too Many Games, a video game convention near Philadelphia. One of the highlights of the weekend was meeting Raymond Fix, an enthusiastic supporter of the SNES Omnibus who has contributed several nostalgic stories about the Super Nintendo. Not only is he excited about the books, his family and friends are as well, as I've discovered on Facebook. Ray is a super cool dude, an all-around nice guy, and someone good to have on your side. He's a true asset to the project. Thanks, Ray--you rock!
Here's Ray's bio as it will appear in The SNES Omnibus Vol. 1:
Raymond Fix is a former associate at GameStop and the writer behind Ray’s Backlog Blog. A gamer since he was six years old, beginning with the Sega Master System, Raymond is an avid collector with more than 700 video games and 17 consoles, including the Nintendo Switch. Check out his work at raysbacklogblog.wordpress.com.
Thursday, June 28, 2018
I'm very sad to hear of the passing of Harlan Ellison, who I met on a couple of occasions and even did business with during my time as a comic book retailer during the 1990s. We spoke at a Diamond Comics seminar in Atlanta and later on the phone. I even I traded him several boxes of comic cards for some first edition hardcovers of some of his books. Seemingly everyone in the industry has a Harlan Ellison story, and I’ve got mine. Next time you talk to me, ask—it’s pretty funny.
Prior to reading the story below, I suggest you click HERE to read Harlan's tale that inspired it.
I Have No TV, and I Must Watch
Impotent, the tube of my television sat darkly, supported by a gray fiberglass cabinet, standing on thin, chicken-like legs. It had been drained of power by the powers that be.
When Scooter returned from the bathroom, he sat down on the couch next to me and stared vacantly at the dead television. I waited. A few minutes later, a frown pressed itself into his monkey face and he asked me the obvious question. “What’s wrong with the TV? You giving it a rest or something?”
“Big Mister Smartie Britches interrupted Name that Smell,” I said. “He announced that Congress passed and he signed an amendment that says television is no longer to be considered a necessity. It’s the first amendment to the ‘Oh My God, We’re Almost Out of Energy’ bill in almost a year.”
Scooter was already as pale as cheap Sunday shoes, so he turned yellow. A trace of anger ran across his face, shortly to be replaced by sorrow. “Those sons of bitches,” he said. “Why don’t they just kill us now and put us out of our misery?”
It was our first hour without TV. He was speaking for both of us.
We sat there on the couch for the rest of the evening, each of us staring at the television, each of us wrapped up in our own thoughts, each of us ripe from the lack of a recent bath (Phaser-Man came on during Shower Hour), each of us sloshing through the mental vacuum that was left of our brains, each of us humming the theme to Whip Me So I’ll Scream for Cottage Cheese, each of us trying to figure out a way to get our television turned back on. Scooter, thinking of tools and batteries and other things he knew nothing about. Me, thinking of petitions and protests and things I was far too lazy to get involved with. So there we sat in the dark room, each of us clicking lifeless remotes.
The next day found us asleep on the couch. During the night, we had somehow become entangled, our arms and legs winding together like pretzels playing Twister. We’re more Shaggy and Scooby than Lois and Clark, though, so nothing came of it.
I pushed Scooter off of me and made him go fix breakfast. He came back with two bowls of instant cereal. Just add water and boom, there you go. No milk, of course. We don’t have a cow, and refrigerators were banned the year I was born.
“Thanks, Scooter,” I said, even thought I could barely look at the vile substance he had handed me. It looked like rancid jelly beans in a puddle of puke. It looked like children’s finger nails painted with fluorescent colors floating in fried pig urine. It looked like a bowl of maggot-ridden belly button lint. It looked like something really gross you wouldn’t want to eat unless you had sugar or strawberries or banana slices to go with it. We were out of cereal condiments, but I hadn’t eaten since the night before, so I greedily devoured the un-devourable mess. It was actually quite tasty.
“Well, what’ll we do now, Fredrick?” he asked.
I looked over at my rotund, Reubenesque roommate sitting next to me. It suddenly hit me just how hard he was taking this. He looked helpless, like Ernie without Bert. Like Robin without Batman. Like James Bond without a penis.
Truth be told, I was in far worse shape than Scooter. He merely needed television. Like oxygen, it was second nature to him. He rarely thought about it. Television was life and life was television and it had always been that way. He would die without it, but I was dead without it.
I don’t need television. I want television. I lust for it. I crave it like my old man craves teenage girls. Wait…scratch that. Anyhow, it’s enough to know I’m in love, but I was brave and I tried to convince Scooter we could get along fine for awhile without TV and that Big Mister Smarty Britches would give us back the power when it came time for reelection. I told him we would just have to get by until then, but Scooter demanded action, so after a couple of days of planning, procrastination and praying, we got off the couch and stumbled to the out of doors. Fresh air had never tasted so sour.
Outside our house we ran into a girl we had seen on TV who was on her way to McLuhan’s to buy a new television set.
“It’s not your TV,” I told her. “It’s Big Mister. No more television.”
She looked as though I were speaking Japanese. Somewhere in that television-addled brain of hers, billions of brain cells were scrambling to form a coherent response to my unconscionable remark.
“We’re also head for McLuhan’s,” I said, “but not to buy a TV. We’re going to get a petition started. You want to join us?”
“Sure,” the girl managed to say behind still-confused eyes. “I can’t think of anything else to do. I was going to organize my TV Guide collection, but it was just too depressing.”
So the three of us walked. Privately owned cars had been banned years ago, and we were used to having groceries delivered to us, so we didn’t get out much. It was weird being outside. And there is no way to describe the mental strain that not having watched TV for hours brought us.
In the three eternal miles from my house to the store, we were coerced by some unforeseen forces into the bowels of hell.
We passed through a fitness club.
We passed through a church.
We passed through a health food store.
And we passed through something called a library. I think it was kind of like a video store, but I wasn’t sure.
Along the way, the girl kept us entertained with her stories of being an actress. She must have been one of those people who talked back to their TV all the time because her mouth was a lot stronger than her legs. She was even weaker than Scooter and myself, so I carried her part of the way. She was grateful and had sex with me a couple of times when we stopped to rest, but it was no fun because Scooter kept giggling. I think he was stunned by how much more there was to sex than what they would show on television.
“How much longer?” Scooter asked, after we had been walking for what seemed like years.
“Not much,” I said.
Just then, a limousine pulled up beside us. A tinted window rolled down and who else poked his head out but Big Mister Smartie Britches himself. He smiled and asked how we were doing.
“We’re doing okay,” I lied, totally chickening out.
Scooter awoke from some hazy dream. “We need TV,” he said, sounding like a programmed recording.
“Well, as soon as Congress…” Big Mister went on about things none of us understood or cared to understand. “Have a nice day, my fellow citizens, and God bless America.”
As the limo drove off, we saw through the back windshield a small square of light that was obviously a television screen.
“I hate him!” the girl screamed.
Her eyes flared red, and rabies-like foam began pouring from her mouth.
“Let me tell you how much I hate him,” she said. “I have seven hundred issues of TV Guide. If the word ‘hate’ was printed on each page, it would not equal one quintillionth of the hate I feel for Big Mister Ass Face.”
She was hysterical and out of control. She dropped to the ground and began singing the theme to Green Acres.
Scooter stared at her and drooled. It was his first crush on a real girl. He flung himself on her and took a bite out of her cheek. She screamed. It was just like Robert De Niro in the remake of Cape Fear. I knew what I had to do.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lucky remote control. I pointed it in the direction of the fight and pushed the off button. The struggle stopped and the two lovers fell to the ground. I leaned over the prostrate forms and listened for the beating of their hearts. They were dead. Two less tax payers to fund Big Mister’s wacko laws.
I know I saved them from a miserable life without television, but I still can’t forget killing them. It was so much different than killing on TV. It was really kind of sad.
I carried on. I had a job to do.
When I got to McLuhan’s, the lights were off and the place looked abandoned, but a crowd of people had gathered at the front door. Their blank stares, pale bodies and hunched shoulders told the story, but I had to go for a closer look.
I shoved through the mass of animated corpses and saw a small sign posted inside the glass front door. It read: GONE OUT OF BUSINESS FOREVER AND EVER AMEN
I smashed my face against the glass and peered inside. I felt as though I were standing at the gates of Hell. The place was empty. All of the television sets were gone. They must have been confiscated by B.M.S.B. and his cronies.
In that instant, I sneezed. No one noticed.
Surrounded by couch potatoes, surrounded by ignorance, surrounded by everything but television, I knew death was the only way out.
Of course, I didn’t kill myself or we wouldn’t have a story, but I knew I had to kill everyone else who loved television.
I turned from the doorway, pulled out my remote and began firing. Like sacks of potatoes, bodies began dropping to the ground. No one moved to stop the killings. One woman whispered “thank you” as she died.
I walked around for several minutes, killing as many vacant, lifeless TV zombies as humanly possible. They were nothing more than poverty-stricken TV addicts wandering the streets, too poor to pay B.M.S.B.’s suicide tax, too brain dead to find anything to do, too stupid and ugly to let live.
I would have killed myself, but I have to admit that once again I was chicken. What if there’s no TV in the afterlife in Heaven or in Hell? I was afraid to find out.
Finally, I got tired and started walking home.
When I plopped down on the couch in front of my darkened television set, I felt my body collapse into a limp, jelly-like substance. My arms and legs were oversized grub worms hanging uselessly from my body. I sank into the couch like a bad batch of gray vanilla pudding. I was tired, but my mind was still intact. I could dream of Jeannie. I could wonder about The Wonder Years and Wonder Woman. I could lament Lavern and Shirley. I could fantasize about Fantasy Island.
I sat before the television set, tears forming in my eyes. I decided to go ahead and kill myself. With spaghetti arms, I managed to remove my lucky remote from my front pocket. I maneuvered it ever so carefully, pointing it straight at my heart. I pushed the OFF button. Nothing happened. I pushed it again and again. Nothing.
So here I am alone, living under a leaky roof, sitting in front of a dead television. The television I wasted my life watching. I must have known subconsciously that it was time badly spent, and now I know for a fact that it was. Even so, my will to live is gone. Without TV I don’t know what to do with myself. At least my friends are spared from this misery. Knowing that makes me a little happier. I wish I could join them…
I have no TV. And I must watch.
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Shane Stein is a big shot financial wizard living in Dallas (I live in the the neighboring city of Fort Worth), and I'm glad he reached out to me to be a part of my humble little book project (okay, it's actually a pretty big two-volume set, but I digress). Shane's Super Nintendo stories, drawing from his days as a journalist in college, were highly polished, meaning they required very little editing on my part. They were also a lot of fun to read. Better yet, Shane is a devoted family man and a super nice guy. We had lunch a few weeks ago (where I met him in person for the first time), and we instantly had a million things to talk about, including the Dallas Cowboys, the Dallas Mavericks, comic books, and of course video games. Don't be fooled by Shane's life as a civilian--he knows his stuff! Hope to have lunch with Shane again real soon, especially since he paid. Seriously, I already consider him a good friend. Thanks, Shane!
Here's Shane's bio as it will appear in The SNES Omnibus: The SuperNintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M):
Monday, June 4, 2018
I was recently interviewed by Alex McCumbers for the Twin Galaxies website about my book, The SNES Omnibus, which will be out later in June or sometime in July. You can read the interview HERE.
I was also interviewed in 2015 by a staffer with Twin Galaxies. You can read that interview HERE.
Sunday, May 27, 2018
I got a surprise on my front porch the other day: my advance copy of The SNES Omnibus Vol. 1. Professionally published by Schiffer, a prestigious publishing house, the book will be available in late June or sometime in July, but pre-ordering is NOW AVAILABLE. You can click on the pics below for a closer look at the book, and you can read sample pages by clicking HERE.
The book features:
*Write-ups for 375+ games (every U.S. release from A to M) by me, Brett Weiss, a gamer since 1975 and a professional gaming writer since 1997
*More than 170 nostalgic stories about SNES games from famous programmers, notable authors, popular YouTubers, etc.
*Deluxe hardcover binding; slick dust jacket; glossy paper
*416 pgs.; 9x12; More than 2,000 full-color photos
*Historical data, vintage ads, gameplay info, reviews, quotes, screenshots, box art, and much more
*No Kickstarter necessary, but you can pre-order the book directly from me with early-bird bonuses HERE.
Monday, May 21, 2018
The Arcade and Other Strange Tales
Reviewed by Carlos Gonzalez
Do you like the horror and mystery genres? Do you enjoy weird stories? If so, then look no further than the book The Arcade and Other Strange Tales, written by the author Brett Weiss. Weiss, who’s known for his other works such as The 100 Greatest Console Video Games: 1977-1987 along with the “Classic Home Video Games” series, takes several of the short stories he wrote for magazines in the past and incorporates them into a 109-page book.
The first story, which is the longest, is called “The Arcade.” This 14-page story starts off with an unhappy arcade operator named Jeff who sees a message on a Mortal Kombat arcade cabinet that tells him, “Meet us on the roof of the tallest structure in your city.” Being curious, Jeff does what the message says, and then it all goes downhill from there. The door to the roof gets locked, Jeff becomes freezing cold, the wind blows him off the roof, he lands in a flying saucer, a voice in the saucer questions him about his beliefs, and then Jeff goes back time to the arcade where he sees all the cabinets he enjoyed when he was younger. It’s a weird story, but that’s what makes it charming—it plays with the reader’s head and requires an open mind to fully understand.
While “The Arcade” is a fascinating tale, so are the other fiction stories. There are a wide variety of stories from the genres of horror, sci-fi, and mystery. “Wormboy” is about a boy who eats worms. He has a strict mother who is harsh on him, he gets wrapped up in the worms, and then he lives beneath the soil. Another story in this book is called “Strange Children,” where a guy named Bill feeds off these mutant creatures that come during night. He gets eaten by them and turns into one of the creatures.
One of the best stories in the book is called “What Do They Do While We Sleep?” This is a futuristic story where humans live under strict laws by the government and must to hibernate for months while a holo-globe watches their every movement. In this story, a man named Taylor Haynes does everything he can to work around the rules of deep sleep and the holo-globe to found out what the government does while they sleep. This is a nicely detailed story that is fascinating to read through to see if Taylor is successful or not.
These are just a few of the tales from the 12 fiction stories in this book, and each one will keep a reader entertained. The second half of the book features non-fiction articles and essays with a mix of different topics. “The Retro Video Game Craze” details the history of past game systems such as Atari and NES, along with the rarity of some of the games. The “Retro Gaming Non-Fiction Books” chapter discusses some of the authors in the industry, such as Leonard Herman, who wrote the book Phoenix IV: The History of Videogame Industry, Michael Thomasson, who wrote Downright Bizarre: Videogames that Crossed the Line, Tim Lapetino, the author of Art of Atari, and Antoine Clerc-Renaud along with Jean-Francois Dupuis, who co-wrote Coleco: The Official Book. Anyone who loves video games will enjoy that section.
The Kiss Pinball Machines and Video Games chapter talks about retro and modern pinball machines with the rock band KISS on them and the differences between the machines. Also, the video games featuring KISS on PC and PlayStation 1. While some of these articles are on gaming, some are unrelated to video games, including a feature on Stephen King, an interview with horror novelist Bentley Little, and the final section about author Brett Weiss. These articles are intriguing as well.
In conclusion, The Arcade and Other Strange Tales is a fascinating little book. Brett Weiss used a lot of imagination in these stories. For those who are not big on horror and mystery fiction tales, they have the second half of the book, which is comprised of non-fiction. While $10 may seem a bit much for a 109-page book, each story is filled with detail, and some will need a second read to fully understand the symbolism in the story.
Brett Weiss did a great job with this book, and hopefully he will write another one full of fun twisted stories. Overall score: 90 out of 100.
Thursday, May 17, 2018
I have yet to meet Zoe Howard in person, but I feel like I know her fairly well, based on the “conversations” we’ve had online, and on the personal stories she submitted to both volumes of the SNES Omnibus. Zoe rented a bunch of SNES titles while she was growing up, and those experiences of her family bonding and laughing while playing the games were perfect for inclusion in the books. Zoe is a fine writer and a super cool person (or so she’s lead me to believe--LOL), and I’m really looking forward to meeting her for real at the Game On Expo in Phoenix this August.
Here's Zoe's bio as it will appear in The SNES Omnibus: TheSuper Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M):
Monday, May 14, 2018
You’re not going to find a nicer guy in or out of the video game industry than Matt Miller, who I met a few years ago at an arcade event in Austin, and then again in Iowa. He became an instant friend and we’ve kept in touch ever since. Super cool dude. I knew Matt was a sincere and kind person, and a fierce competitor at video games, but I had no idea he was such a good writer until I sent out solicitations looking for nostalgic stories for my SNES Omnibus project. He turned in highly polished work with a personal, distinctive voice.
Here’s Matt’s bio as it will appear in TheSNES Omnibus: The Super Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M), which will be out in June or July:
Matt Miller is a lifelong gamer and multiple video game world record holder, both as a solo player and as one half of the co-op gaming duo, Team Mayh3m. He has had records published in five books in the Guinness World Records Gamer’s Edition series. Matt has been interviewed in a variety of outlets, including Obsolete Gamer, Twin Galaxies, Extended Play Arcade, TheWalter Day Collection, and The Retro Junkies “Winging It” podcast. He also appears in the acclaimed 2015 documentary, Nintendo Quest, as well as its companion series, the Nintendo Quest Power Tour.
Saturday, May 12, 2018
I was honored to write the foreword/liner notes to the new video game documentary, The Bits of Yesterday, which was executive-produced by Adam F. Goldberg (of The Goldbergs fame). The film was directed by Darrin Peloquin, and you can order it HERE.
Here's a description of the movie from IMDB: "In this panoptic documentary on the niche culture of the retro video game collector, follow gaming enthusiasts and fans as they relive their childhood memories, make new ones and champion to keep an antiquated media format alive."
CLICK ON THE IMAGE TO READ MY FOREWORD TO THE FILM:
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
One of the most loyal supporters of my work, Anthony Frisina is a great guy who shares my book posts on social media on a regular basis. He supports other gaming writers as well, such as my buddy Patrick Hickey, and he's a skilled writer himself, contributing excellent stories to both volumes of the SNES Omnibus. I look forward to seeing Anthony at a video game convention somewhere in the not too distant future. If all my readers were like Anthony, an enthusiastic and positive force in gaming journalism, I could retire on book royalties. Thanks for all you do, Anthony!
Here's Anthony's bio as it will appear in SNES Omnibus Vol. 1:
Anthony Frisina is a freelance writer, photographer and independent filmmaker who transferred his love of video games into a lifelong passion. As a child of the 1990s, he prefers 16-bit era games, with the Super Nintendo being his favorite console. In between writing screenplays and novels, Anthony spends his time writing video game reviews and opinion pieces for a variety of magazines and online journals, most notably Review Fix. Anthony’s favorite games for the SNES are Super Castlevania IV and Super Mario World. Check him out on IMDB.
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
I finally received the go-ahead from my publisher to show some sample pages from my forthcoming book, The SNES Omnibus: The Super Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M). The pages will be bigger and clearer in the actual printed pages of the book (you can save the pages to your desktop for an even closer look than clicking on the images), but you can click on each image below to get a good idea of what the book is all about. For more info on The SNES Omnibus, click HERE.
Thanks for reading and enjoy!
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Alex Thompson is one of the key people behind PopNerdTV, a website and YouTube channel that everyone who enjoys movies, comic books, video games and the like should check out. Alex has been an enthusiastic supporter of the SNES Omnibus from the beginning and has turned in some terrific stories for publication in both volumes. I met Alex at Retropalooza in 2016 when I was interviewed by PopNerd's Cierra Caballero for a special episode of the channel’s Nerd Portal. Alex seems to always have a smile on his face, and he delivers nerdy news with the best of them. He’s also a very good writer and an all-around cool cat.
Here’s Alex’s bio as it will appear in TheSNES Omnibus: The Super Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1 (A-M):
Friday, April 20, 2018
Eric Perez, better known as YouTuber “8-Bit Eric,” is a likable video game personality with a fun channel. A retro gamer at heart, Eric also reviews games for the Nintendo Switch, and his channel recently surpassed the 50,000 subscriber mark, a noteworthy feat to be sure. I met Eric years ago at Retropalooza, and we’ve since become good friends.
While hanging out with him last year at a convention (the late, lamented Super! Bitcon), Eric said that getting published in a book that will be for sale at bookstores around the country is a dream come true. Before I asked Eric to take part in the SNES Omnibus project, I had no idea he had journalistic aspirations, and that he had studied journalism in college, but I did know that he would have some good stories to contribute. He’s also a professional wrestler, which I didn’t know. Eric is a great guy and a lot of fun to be around, but you will catch him "slippin'" from time to time.
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Old School Gamer publisher Ryan Burger with Billy Mitchell
The Billy Mitchell cheating allegations scandal has reached critical mass. Over the weekend, Mitchell appeared with Old School Gamer Magazine at the Midwest Gaming Classic. To clear up Mitchell's association with the magazine, Old School Gamer offered this official release:
Thank you again for being a digital subscriber to Old School Gamer. We hope that you enjoy the news, reviews, history and more that we provide in our young magazine. Issue #4 is about to go to press and you will be getting the digital link soon; the magazine will ship a week or two after that.
This past weekend, you may have seen Billy Mitchell in the national news, as well as his official response concerning the controversy over his high scores over the last 30 years and the action of Twin Galaxies. We want to make it clear that while Billy is a member of our advisory board, he is not an employee or owner of OSG. Old School Gamer is owned by BC Productions, Inc, a corporation owned and managed by myself and my family.
We are covering the Mitchell story simply as news; it is certainly the biggest news item for the retro gaming arena in many years. While we count Billy as a friend (along with many others in the industry), we want to reassure our readers that we will maintain objective coverage, including all the facts as they are revealed, without opinions or editorializing.
Thank you for your support,
Publisher/Owner - Old School Gamer
Monday, April 16, 2018
Tyler Esposito is one of the nicest guys in the business. He's friendly and down to earth and is very good with fans, friends and fellow content creators. Shortly after I joined Twitter in 2015, he reached out to me, wanting to collaborate on a video. He came over to my house and filmed my Room of Doom, which you can watch HERE. In the time since, I've seen Tyler at Retropalooza a few times, and we've become friends. As someone with a rich family history in gaming, Tyler was a no-brainer for writing stories for my SNES Omnibus project.
The SNES Omnibus: TheSuper Nintendo and Its Games, Vol. 1(A-M), a full-color hardcover book with more than 2,000 photos and tons of in-depth info, is heading to the printer soon. Click HERE to get your pre-order in with early bird bonuses while you can.
Here's Tyler's bio as it will appear in The SNES Omnibus:
Tyler Esposito is the grandson of Silver Age comic book artist Mike Esposito. He grew up in a family that loved the arts. His YouTube channel, iretrogamer, is largely a tribute to the life of his late father, Mark Esposito. Their relationship is the focus of My Retro Life, a series that compiles old home movie footage from Tyler and his dad’s video game collecting days of the ’90s. Tyler’s content has been featured in major gaming publications such as Kotaku, Destructoid and Edge Magazine. He has been a contributor at Nintendo Life and was the Editor of SegaMasterSystem.com from 2001-2005. Check out his YouTube channel at www.youtube.com/segamarkiii.