When I was younger and the internet was less omnipresent, there was no bigger joy than getting to rent a game at Blockbuster. Wandering through the shelves of outdated VHS tapes and taking a left at the DVD holiday classics, I’d end up at my childhood mecca: the video game aisle. I’d bounce around like a spark trapped in a cage, overwhelmed by all the games available for consoles I didn’t own.
