"Hey, do you remember that Donald Duck game we used to play as kids?" My sister casually asks me, while watching Mickey Mouse Club House with my 10 month old niece. My eyes fog over. My heart races, and I'm seized by memories of a giant yellow bird hurling eggs at me.
Of course I remember Donald Duck: Quack Attack (or Donald Duck: Goin' Quackers if you're from outside Europe). How could I forget Donald Duck: Quack Attack? I don't think it's physically possible to forget the first game that ever truly scorned me and made me rage quit. Donald Duck: Quack Attack is worse than any FromSoftware title I have ever touched – it may look innocent from the outside but I assure you it's anything but.
