I wrote a thing about a college football team you almost definitely don't care about. So, you know, there's that.
Sam G. is unlockable by beating the game on Very Hard difficulty without losing a life. You must then defeat him to unlock him for use in Arcade and Versus modes.
It's 11:30 PM, and you're 11. You stayed up way too late watching TV, and your parents conked out on the couch before they sent you to bed. All the lights in the house are off, and the darkness is seeping in through the windows of your home, slowly oozing into the den. You start running.
The voice of your mother reverberates into your hallway, muffled by its trip through the stairwell and around the half-opened door. "Dinner's ready!" But you already knew. You can smell the roast chicken and the broccoli with garlic she makes— it's the only way you'll eat broccoli— but you don't care.
Have you ever called somebody a "hardcore gamer"? How about a "casual gamer"? An "EA gamer"? A "girl gamer", or "gamer girl"? We've all done it. We do it every day. And it's killing our culture.