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Blue Stinger: On a Hello Market Slay Ride
"And when those
blue snowflakes start falling
That's when those
blue memories start calling
You'll be doing
all right
With your
Dreamcast of white
But I'll have a
blue, blue, blue, Blue Stinger"
- Elvis Presley, or a Vegas impersonator thereof
Every year, I must indulge in a series of holiday rituals
before I can even think about getting into the Christmas spirit. First, I’ll string up multicolor lights around my living room. Then I’ll help bring cheer to the
folks of Twin Seeds City with a couple runs through Christmas NiGHTS into Dreams. Inevitably, I’ll watch
Clark Griswold be an asswart to his neighbor Julia Louise-Dreyfus
in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. It’s a process.
With those nostalgic boxes checked, I’ll then turn to more
subtle, personal ways of rediscovering the holiday magic. I'll take a simple reprieve
from the stressful work season with my puppy. And stuff my gullet with my
mom and aunt’s dueling cookie platters. My girlfriend and I also tried hate-watching Lifetime holiday movies until we realized we were just normal-watching
them. Shout out to the one about the family's struggling fruitcake company and the
one with Reba McEntire, btw. By this point, I’m really starting to feel the
Christmas spirit.
Then – when the time is just right – I’ll pop the star atop the proverbial
tree: Climax Graphics’ Christmas-adjacent
Dreamcast classic, Blue Stinger.
Whether the Dreamcast fan community regards it as a brilliant cult classic or a survival horror(ible) jankfest, Blue Stinger doesn’t much give a fuck what we think of it. All told, it's an absurd and campy holiday action game that makes my cup runneth over with Yuletide joy.