Today I picked up my first games magazine in what must be over a year only to discover that it was the last issue of the first mag that ever hooked me.
The publication in question was Nintendo Magazine, formerly NGamer, NGC, N64 and Super Play before that. I’ll let you figure out the reasons for the many changes yourself. I first started picking it up in the heady days of the N64 era, when my child’s brain was still malleable and willing to be molded in whatever shape my influences decided upon.
Fortunately, this shape was a benign, independent editorial mission that simply loved playing games, reporting on them and interacting with their readership, concocting all sorts of wacky competitions and consistently keeping up with four(!)-page letter columns every single month. They had ace covers , reviews and features that told you all the important deets without taking themselves too seriously, and most importantly they seemed like they had a hell of a time doing it too.
Which makes it all the more sad that they don’t get to do it anymore. I feel slightly guilty, as though if I had been more attentive to my gaming needs and kept subscribing to the magazine a couple of years longer then this whole sorry affair could have been avoided.
Alas, I fear even my potential devotion couldn’t have saved it from the merciless whims of the publishing industry, and there are more than a few snarky quips at the team’s – and I quote – Corporate Overlords at Future Publishing. Why be gracious when you’re getting the sack, eh?
Even through the grumbles, though, they still made the bundle of paper worth shelling out for, if only for making me aware of this spaghetti western Zelda fan film:
I’d wish the whole team all the best if I thought they were going to read this. Hell, I’ll do it anyway: all the best! I may be a lapsed gamer now, but I most certainly wasn’t when I was reading your mag.