Today I got my copy of Sonic Generations in the post. I spent several hours getting the shrink wrap off the case and I popped the disk into my PS3, and I sat down on my couch.
"Let's see how correct that Critical Miss comic was..."
See, I'm Erin in that comic. I was around 4 years old when I got my Sega Megadrive (screw you, it's the Megadrive), and Sonic was the first game I had for it.
Sonic was my first ever videogame adventure, and for that, I will always have Sega's back, no matter how drunk or violent they get at parties.
So when I started the game, and chubby little classic Sonic was standing at the beginning of the Green Hill Zone, a level I've completed countless times before, but with a coat of modern paint, I felt emotions that, for a long time, I thought not even nostalgia could muster in me.
And with a tear in my eye, and a smile on my face, I had that reunion. That reunion that I've waited several years for. Like seeing one of my best friends hit rock bottom, only for them to come back stronger than ever.
It's been a long time...
"Let's see how correct that Critical Miss comic was..."

See, I'm Erin in that comic. I was around 4 years old when I got my Sega Megadrive (screw you, it's the Megadrive), and Sonic was the first game I had for it.
Sonic was my first ever videogame adventure, and for that, I will always have Sega's back, no matter how drunk or violent they get at parties.
So when I started the game, and chubby little classic Sonic was standing at the beginning of the Green Hill Zone, a level I've completed countless times before, but with a coat of modern paint, I felt emotions that, for a long time, I thought not even nostalgia could muster in me.
And with a tear in my eye, and a smile on my face, I had that reunion. That reunion that I've waited several years for. Like seeing one of my best friends hit rock bottom, only for them to come back stronger than ever.
It's been a long time...