Mario Kart 64. It was always going to come to this. Possibly the greatest multiplayer experience of all time. How to quantify the memories of a thousand red shells looping round the track to nip the heels of the race leader? How to convey the satisfaction of tricking a friend’s brain into hitting a fake item, even when it’s sitting on its own in the middle of the track? How to describe the Gandalf-at-Helm’s-Deep feeling that is firing off a blue shell in the dying throes of the last lap, undoing someone’s entire race of careful driving, and squeezing past their accelerating form to take the win? Read the rest of this entry »