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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.
Instead, you navigate to the "Extras" menu. There it is: a grainy, pixelated icon that reads dvd menu games
So why do I feel a pang of nostalgia every time I see a static menu screen? You are asked the runtime of a specific burp
Using your clunky TV remote, you must guide a floating icon of Simba through a maze made of 8-bit grass. The remote has a 0.5 second input lag. Simba walks off the cliff. "YOU HAVE BEEN EATEN BY HYENAS. RESTART?" Option C: "That burp signifies the existential dread
DVD menu games were the physical embodiment of "being bored at a friend's house." They were the thing you did while you waited for the pizza to arrive. They were the cooperative shouting match where your dad would yell, "No, hit the angle button! The angle button!"
Because they represented
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.
Instead, you navigate to the "Extras" menu. There it is: a grainy, pixelated icon that reads
So why do I feel a pang of nostalgia every time I see a static menu screen?
Using your clunky TV remote, you must guide a floating icon of Simba through a maze made of 8-bit grass. The remote has a 0.5 second input lag. Simba walks off the cliff. "YOU HAVE BEEN EATEN BY HYENAS. RESTART?"
DVD menu games were the physical embodiment of "being bored at a friend's house." They were the thing you did while you waited for the pizza to arrive. They were the cooperative shouting match where your dad would yell, "No, hit the angle button! The angle button!"
Because they represented