
I was born around the time the PlayStation 1 came out, which means that my younger years were mostly spent playing games like Spyro: The Dragon. But occasionally, I'd get my hands on a demo disc for some game that was a little too adult for me. Not in the smutty sense, but in terms of what my developing motor skills could put up with.
I'm talking your Lara Crofts, your Bushido Blades (alright, maybe that gorefest was a little mature): Games that demanded absolute precision from you, otherwise you'd be cut down in an instant or slowly leap to your doom. Let me tell you, Motorslice has me full-on-Ratatouille flashbacking back to those more innocent days. Except now I know how to play videogames. Allegedly.