The title is Galaga.

Title Screen.

Read the full review here.

“But in eight bits, when pitted up against the rest of the NES library, or even purely against its shoot-’em-up selection?”
– from the full review, which you can read here.


The tractor beam.

Galaga is a trip back to your old neighborhood for the ten-year high school class reunion that you reluctantly decided to go to but ended up really enjoying, thanks to the rushing back of old memories and misplaced sentimentality.

Galaga is a cute girl; one not too bright, not powerfully “sexy,” but alluring enough in her own little way, and still turns heads, attracting the attention of those who seek to conquer her innocent mannerisms.

Galaga is that old hot rod your grandfather kept in the garage, never quite fully restored, and took a beating when some punk kids threw rocks at it one unfortunate afternoon. Sure, the whole interior needs replaced and there is a strange stain on the back seat, but there is a special sort of twinkle in Papa’s eye when he tells you how his baby’s engine used to purr.

Galaga is your mother’s favorite board game, one that absolutely nobody else likes but that she seems fanatically obsessed with for some reason, even if she has to blow dust off the box every time she busts it out.

Galaga is Kobe Bryant in high school, before he was confident going to his left but definitely had the killer instinct already at work.

Galaga is a hardy sapling that shall survive the winter and see many more years in growth, when passerby will someday widen their eyes in hallowed appreciation.

Galaga is a favorite pair of socks that fits really well but has an embarrassing hole in the heel. If forced to, you would admit that you really do not mind the hole, and would still prefer wearing it over some other choices you have.

Galaga is an inside joke that still makes best friends laugh fifteen years after its inception.

Galaga is the hurdle you could never jump until you got older; and, although more athletically nimble, also less able to appreciate the feat.

Galaga is a book with yellowed pages.

Galaga is newsprint.

Galaga is the modest amp that accompanies your guitar, despite the superior models you own but refuse to use as fondly.

Galaga is the strange kid in the corner who looks a bit funny but will someday be someone’s boss. That is, until he suddenly dies in a horrific car accident, and is given a touching obituary by the small hometown paper.

Galaga is the hazy smoke-laden arcade scene, where giants conquered and true warriors stepped up to the competitive plate, mystical boops and beeps flinging through the air between the machines, a steady bass-thumpin’ beat of electrochorus worship tunes hum-drumming the baseboards and doubling as the heartbeat of Game.



Read The Full Review For: My explanation, if there is an ounce of you that screams “injustice!” at the score. Seriously, read the review.

NES Gameplay Tips for Galaga: Honestly, knowing the competitiveness of classic gamers, especially the high-score Twin Galaxies types, I have no right to offer Galaga tips, as I am no expert. That being said… take advantage of the fact that a television screen is horizontal, and create some “cushion” room at the left and right edges, creating some safety lanes you can retreat to when things get hectic. Oh, and also: Always go with double cannons. And if you do not know how to get the double cannons, then I guess you are not yet a true retro gamer, are you? Seriously, my mom taught me when I was, like, five years old.


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