In the Beginning, there was Donkey Kong Country.
And at the command of a seven year old boy in his cousin's basement, a tie-wearing gorilla leaped clumsily through the air and landed upon a Kremling. The burly, bipedal crocodile-man made a strangled noise somewhere between a grunt and a howl, a noise that would forever be emblazoned in the seven year old's memory, and plunged down toward the bottom of the screen, as if the weight of the ape had somehow dislodged him from reality and sent him hurtling out of their two-dimensional plane of existence.
And it was Good.