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ayyymeric · 5 years ago

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[mood music for those who would enjoy]

Tick, tock.

All was quiet in the manor that evening, stillness settling down over Sable Tree as the night set in. It was a strange thing to feel -- or to not feel. Normally Agniprava could feel the slightest hum, a vibration the manse would have was not present at that time. Quiet, quiet reigned with not a single soul wandering the halls, weaving between trinkets and books.

Quiet, it was quiet.

Tick, tock.

It had been hours since Mazin, his ward the professor named Gray and his daughter had parted ways from their mission. With cultists defeated, the remaining Flames soldier returned to his kin and they having returned to Gridania and pancakes made by Gray having been consumed, Agni had deigned to wander off alone. Perhaps it had been too much excitement for that day, the others maybe reasoned. They had left him to his own devices. A drink in hand, consumed and refilled and consumed several times over, Agni shuffled in silence, wading through that thick stillness, ears ringing from the overbearing --

Tick, tock.

Turning on the pad of his foot, Agni rushed to his room, one hand clutching the bottle as the other grabbed at a chunk of whitening hair. He couldn't get there fast enough, the Viera clawing at the doorknob to his private chambers and throwing wide the doorway before slamming it roughly shut. The room was just as heavy as the outside, the weight crushing him down, pressing his shoulders and finally his whole body down as he slid to the floor. Leaning against the door, Agni slumped into a heap, claws clinking against the wine bottle before placing it between his legs, the long limbs splayed in separate directions.

Tick.

He held up his hands, palms upturned and slowly flexed his fingers, claws lightly scratching at his skin. Fingers wormed their way beneath cloth, tugging until he pulled the sleeve away from the back of his hand and slowly rolled it up, gathering at the elbow. He stared at the thick bands tattooed into his skin, seated just under the intricate swirls of arcane work. They weren't there anymore, but his wrists felt the invisible weight in that pitch black ink.

Tock.

Free of shackles and yet forever pinned down by the sensation, pulling him down for an eternity. Hadn't he pushed that away turns ago? Agni's brows furrowed. He tore at the jewelry around his neck, popping clasps free and throwing them across the wooden floor. Nails dug at the cloth hiding away the other set of ink, the impending death sentence. He scratched at the skin, biting down at his lip. It was so suffocating, a tightening noose that he could never be rid of. The skin at his neck felt hot, burning in protest at his clawing. It hummed a threat until at last he pulled his hands away.

Tick.

Rising once more to his feet, Agni stumbled around until he was fully righted, pausing a moment to yank the wine bottle nearly empty off the floor. He shuffled past the thrown jewelry, claws finding purchase on the eyepatch on his face and soon it too joined the pile of discarded gold.

Tock.

He found his reflection in the mirror when he ran into the far wall, his hips colliding with the vanity, shaking the bottles of perfume and long emptied wine. The face that stared back at him was tired, bags under his remaining eye. His gaze rolled, locking onto the flower sprouting out of his once ruined eye socket. Or rather, still ruined? Prettied only by the ghastly horror that was strangely the most beautiful, light pink hue. It felt a mockery, the lotus.

Tick.

Agni ran a claw over one of the petals. You couldn't even tell he had shoved them beneath the leather eyepatch, hidden away from anyone who wasn't Mazin, that knew not of the thing growing out of his face. It was difficult to explain such a phenomena to a bunch of educated in the arcane types that inhabited Sable house when you the sufferer knew not of how it even started.

Tock.

The Viera clenched his jaw, fingers grasping at the petal and he pulled, hissing as pain bloomed through the entirety of his face. With one hard and quick motion, he plucked the pink petal, blood spilling down his cheek. It was but a single streak, almost a bloody tear.

Tick.

In almost an instant new pain stung, a fresh petal regrowing in the place of the plucked. It was no surprise to him. Every night that he had done this in a desperate attempt to free his face of the flower, each bloody and painful pull, fresh growth would repay him and his face would ache for hours on end. He lifted an arm, rubbing the blood off of his cheek until it smeared against his skin, lost in the inky black encased his entire arm, blacking out umber flesh. The dark ink swallowed the red as if it were an endless void.

Tock.

A monster. Nothing short of some sort of monster. It was what his masters would tell him, repeat to him over and over. Some kind of beautiful monster, good only for his strength, his skill. The pink lotus growing out of his face, the mockery of beauty for someone like he. Agni pressed his palm against the surface of the glass, covering the reflection of the flower staring back at him and for a moment he looked normal. Naught but a simple Rava, tired if anything. You couldn't tell a difference between himself or another.

Tick.

What was he doing here? In this house, around these lovely people.

Tock.

They didn't know what he was. Why was he there? His purpose. What was his purpose.

Tick.

To protect. To work, to help others.

Tock.

His mind wandered to Mazin, his heart both soothed and aching all at once.

Tick.

The conversation he had had those days ago, when he had shared a lunch with Gray out by the waterfall, that jewel of the Lavender Beds. It was peaceful, a nice conversation, a friendship forming. Everything forgotten just for that moment.

Tock.

Captive again, are you? Velkah’s voice rang in his mind.

Tick.

Captive. He was no captor, Agni had thought to himself then. He was no captor. Yet, he had to make sure Gray never wandered far from his sight. Keep him close, keep an eye on him.

Tock.

Guilt weighed on him heavy at the memory, at the word captive and captor. He hated to make anyone feel such a way and yet... That lunch they had shared, the pancakes but bells ago. Friendship, warmth. Mazin's gentle laugh, Gray's weary smile, mismatched eyes crinkling with the gesture, flick of the ears.

Tick.

He remembered the panic that had set in when he realized Gray was missing. He had only looked away for a moment and suddenly the Miqo'te was gone. Failure. It didn't take him long to find him, especially after Mazin had made mention of some investigation. Failure. He stayed close then, during the whole thing, made himself useful. Failure. To make up for the fact he had momentarily lost him, it made up for all of it.

Tock.

He was only good for one thing: fighting. Failure. Agni had made use of that ridiculous strength of his, dispatching the cultists. Failure. Never mind the fact that Gray had nearly set him on fire, or that Velkah had electrocuted him. In the end they finished the job. Failure. In the end, Agni had brought Gray back to Sable Tree in one piece, nary a scratch or lost hair.

Tick.

Agni pulled his hand away from the mirror, plucking another petal from his face and let blood wash anew over his skin.

Tock. Failure.

What good was he, what was his purpose?

Tick. Failure.

Why was he here? A useless Untouchable such as himself? A monster.

Tock.

[Pull it together.]

#c: Agniprava Singh #my writing #tw: body horror #kinda?#just in case #a darker piece #of agni's darker thoughts

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doshmanziari · 5 years ago

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2019 Mega Drive Explorations [1]

It takes me a long time to do some things and I’ve finally gathered up a bunch of Sega Mega Drive / Genesis titles that I’ve been meaning to play, hopefully through their entirety, or replay and take as many screenshots as I can. These aren’t going to look like most other screenshots you’ll see online, though; I’ve been using an NTSC filter because I believe it’s the visual format in which these games look best. So, let’s take a stroll through the material so far.

Super Hydlide (1989)

This is one of the best “old style” action-RPGs I’ve played. I’ve gone in with barely any prior knowledge, and I think that’s how to best experience it. Spoiling yourself on the extent and workings of its mechanical systems would, I think, turn it into nothing more than leveling up and finding the next place to go. The range of overworld which you’re initially able to explore is fairly restricted, and, as the action-RPG designation suggests, there are no randomized battles. Because of details like your need of food and sleep, or the encumbrance limit, though, it’s a deep relief to return to a town after some exploration in a way that reminds one why this trope of wilderness vs. domesticity caught on. You might just find yourself exhaling when your enter an inn. In another game, your character’s attack would likely be assigned a hitbox straight ahead of the sprite, but Super Hydlide locally assigns it to your right arm/hand, and it’s a welcome quirk in a game with super basic combat. There is no in-game map (or, if there is, I haven’t found it yet), and so -- as with Simon’s Quest -- I’ve been drawing my own on a sheet of gridded paper.

Above: the same screen at different times of day.

I hope that this blog’s emphases and its audience make the claim that I think Super Hydlide looks amazing at least appreciable. Everything has just enough detail to render the object, being, or space as categorically legible while retaining ambiguities, and there’s a variety where you might not expect it, like the grass around the building above, that gives each screen a kind of visual grain that an ornate and time-worn carpet might have. Complementing this is a soundtrack that seems unaware of the console’s audio capabilities in a way that another contemporary Mega Drive release, like Sword of Vermilion, certainly was not. That’s fine, though; the sound’s smallness, with those lite approximations of exclamatory synth brasses and the percussion’s dusty, dinky punches, enhances the cute visual aesthetics: people, monsters, and buildings you could hold in a pair of cupped hands. Especially remarkable is the overworld theme, “Chaos Separator” -- almost three minutes long, a duration that was basically unheard of at the time.

Atomic Runner Chelnov (1992)

Chelnov has me torn between wanting to share either as many screenshots of it as I can or as little. It’s so stunning to behold that exposing anyone who hasn’t played it to its sights seems like a disservice. It’s in extreme contrast to the game’s original arcade version, too, which may as well be a different game. Every stage is a stream of layered ornaments, and continuing to play to see more of this is motivation alone. At first I thought the graphic theme was one of a general “exoticism”, with ziggurats settled above lava giving way to stepped Mayan pyramids, but then the penultimate stage threw architecture designed by Antoni Gaudí my way, making me wonder if the theme is more broadly “eclectic” -- choosing certain settings and motifs for their dazzling power alone. This is one of those run ‘n’ gunners where your character will keep running unless you stop them -- but you soon have to start running again anyway, since the screen keeps moving right and only stops for bosses. It took me playing through half of the game to figure out how to turn around. Please, if you want to give Chelnov a look: consult a controls FAQ.

El Viento (1991)

If you’re looking for level design that’s a mixture of the mundane and the out-of-control, El Viento might be for you. One moment you’re walking through an open sewer channel, exploding the occasional fish; the next, you’re navigating a bundle of platforms that feel way too closely packed together for your character’s sprite size as you attempt to outrun a never-ending flood of rats that move at speeds never before recorded. One moment you’re going through an apartment’s door into an empty interior; the next, a tank bursts through the opposite wall and just starts hammering you with missiles and bullets, giving you only five feet of space to work with. It’s the second in a trilogy of games, which includes Earnest Evans, a game perhaps most notable for all of its footage making it appear that the players are incompetent on purpose, but which in fact plays more or less the same no matter how good you are. Grave sacrifices were made so that the titular character could be a composite sprite. El Viento’s level design hews closely to Earnest Evans’, with the important difference that its protagonist, Annet Myer, is controllable.

Even with its problems, El Viento is charming. It’s nice to play a videogame with a female protagonist who’s not creeped on by the artist(s) (perhaps we can, in part, thank technical limitations for this). The palettes and style of pixel art bear an uncanny resemblance to Master of Darkness, released for the Game Gear and Master System, and give each stage a distinct, almost dirty granularity. For me, El Viento gets especially interesting around the fourth stage, a ship’s engine room (or... factory?) that’s preceded by a short segment that has you crossing water on top of a cartoon-eyed dolphin. The level design transitions to looking like a network from Metroid Fusion -- a knotty maze with small destructible points that cause chain reactions, oddly small platforms, moments where you’re not sure what’s interactive and what’s not, and low ceilings underlined by spike-beds that necessitate you make use of a crouch-dash mechanic that feels like it shouldn’t work the way it does. It’s a hardly perfect yet precious occurrence of extinct, or endangered, level design, and the developers apparently had a confidence in letting it, as it were, speak for itself, because there’s not a single enemy to defeat throughout.

Jewel Master (1991)

Wanting to hear Motoaki Takenouchi’s incredible score, one of the Mega Drive’s best, in its intended context was almost totally my incentive to play Jewel Master. It’s a fine, somewhat haphazardly designed action game; not bad, not memorable, but for the music. You acquire different rings, some optional, as you go from stage to stage, and can assign them to a total of four active slots on an equipment menu. Different combinations will lead to different effects -- or you might want to leave a ring on one hand on its own. It’s a neat idea in the abstract. In practice, you’ll often be better off sticking to one set-up per stage until a boss demands a switch. The level design is pretty uninspired, and it increasingly makes artificial attempts at challenging the player by burying you under swarms of suddenly-appearing monsters. When this happens, you just have to hope that you can make it out alive. There’s not a whole lot to look at, either: the stages’ environmental peculiarities and palettes are minimal to an extreme, although I do love that the protagonist’s sprite seems to take a cue from Rastan’s by only moving his legs when he walks.

Gynoug (1991)

My experience with, and interest in, shumps, is next to nonexistent, so I don’t have a ton to say about Gynoug. Why’d I bother? Well, because of the weird and grotesque enemy and boss sprites, which combine the mechanical, exoskeletal, and visceral. The first miniboss is like a floating snapping turtle... except without legs, and a head that’s a toothed skull. Later, in stage two, you’re confronted by the bow and head of a ship that reveals itself to be the hat atop a colossal, wrinkled face. Maybe it was expecting too much to hope that the settings would match the bestiary’s inventiveness, but only stage three and four wowed me. If it’s not a game I’m going to be returning to any time soon, it was worth going through once.

That’s all for now. Other titles I’ve been exploring and will write about at some point include Alisia Dragoon, Cadash, Chakan: The Forever Man, Elemental Master, Light Crusader, Mazin Saga: Mutant Fighter, Mystic Defender, Shining Force 2, Splatterhouse 2 and 3, Two Crude Dudes, and Ys III.

#sega genesis #mega drive #hydlide #el viento #gynoug #jewel master #chelnov

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taylorswiftstyle · 11 months ago

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Out and about | New York City, NY | December 13, 2023

Mazin Jewels 'Iced Baguette Tennis Chain Necklace' - $60.00

Worn with: Anine Bing jacket, Clio Peppiatt dress, Messika earrings, Aquazzura bag and heels

Photo by Gotham via Getty Images

#taylor swift #candid #jewelry #mazin jewels #december 2023

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thesmithsoniancollection · 6 months ago

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eye spy the eye bracelet from jacquie aiche, and what i believe is the snake ring from mazin jewels and perhaps one of the ofira gold tattoo bands! also her necklace is the agrafe chain from cartier 😌

#jacquie aiche #eternity #ofira #mazin jewels #cartier #april 2024

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geekprincess26 · 8 years ago

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The Pact: A Modern Royals Jonsa Story - Prologue

This fic is dedicated to @king-queeninthenorth, with many thanks for encouraging me to take my latest Jonsa inspiration and run with it. (The inspiration itself came from @janebrkin’s lovely gifset here.)

Also, I would be remiss as a writer not to acknowledge the following works that have influenced the atmosphere and world-building of my story:

E!’s show “The Royals”

Lori Wick’s novel The Princess

Netflix’s excellent show “The Crown”

The 1995 film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Richard III, starring Ian McKellen

The novel Taliesin, by Stephen Lawhead

Without further ado:

Two sudden occurrences ruined the golden rose the girl had so patiently been sewing into the hem of her green skirt. The first was the sound of her bedroom door slamming against the gray stone wall. The second was the piercing utterance of her name by the person who had opened it.

“Sansa!”

The girl, startled, pulled her hand up so suddenly that the golden thread snapped. She immediately rounded on the owner of the voice, who at the moment resembled one of Wintertown’s street urchins more than she did a princess. At least three stains marred her blue jeans, and half her hair had fallen out of the braids her maid had so painstakingly arranged just that morning.

“What, Arya?” the older girl snapped. “You made me break my thread!”

“Oh. Sorry.” Her younger sister gave her an uncharacteristically apologetic look. “I can help you fix it later.” Sansa rolled her eyes, but her sister took no notice. “But you should come with me now. I found something beautiful and sparkling– ” her gray eyes widened – “on the second bottom floor. You have to come and see it. It’s lovely, Sansa!”

Sansa narrowed her eyes. At the tender age of seven, Princess Arya Stark had firmly established her reputation for getting into more mischief than her three royal siblings combined. Therefore, Sansa, who at ten years old had already earned the nickname “Princess Proper” from the same siblings, immediately became suspicious, despite her sister’s use of the words “beautiful” and “lovely.” She loved pretty dresses and sparkling jewels and stained glass windows as much as Arya loved rolling in the mud and snow and playing at knights with their brothers, Crown Prince Robb and Prince Bran, which made Arya’s sudden love of anything sparkling quite unusual. More likely than not, Sansa thought, Arya had somehow managed to get into their mother’s wardrobe, or perhaps even one of her jewelry boxes. She fixed her sister with a determined glare.

“Arya Stark,” she said sternly, “if you’ve gotten into Mother’s things again – ”

The younger girl rolled her eyes. “No, Princess Proper,” she replied. Sansa, who was used to hearing the moniker from all three of her siblings, glared even more fiercely.

“I haven’t gotten into anything bad, I swear,” Arya went on. Before Sansa could reply with a curt, “Don’t say ‘I swear,’ Arya,” the younger girl cut her off.

“They don’t belong to Mother, or to Father, or Robb, or Bran, or anybody else,” she said firmly. “They’re in one of the old rooms downstairs. The servants are cleaning all of the rooms tomorrow, so they set up their boards, and nobody is down there.”

“That’s because nobody’s supposed to be down there, Arya,” Sansa reminded her. “The servants are doing this year’s cleaning of the wing, and nobody is allowed to interrupt them.”

Arya rolled her eyes again. “But they’re doing it tomorrow, not now,” she protested. “Nobody’s there, so we won’t be bothering anybody.” Seeing the frown on her sister’s face lighten, she pressed her advantage. “And they’re so beautiful, Sansa. You should just see them. You don’t even have to touch them – just look at them.”

Sansa pursed her lips against her left cheek, forming one of the few less than proper facial expressions of which Ms. Mazin, her deportment mistress, had been trying to break her. A look at the miniature clock perched upon her desk confirmed that her sewing hour had long since passed, and she had already finished all of her homework for the day, so she was free to do as she pleased until dinner. Besides, neither of their parents, King Eddard Stark and Queen Catelyn Tully, nor anybody else for that matter, had expressly forbidden her or her siblings from exploring the castle’s unoccupied rooms as long as they were not getting in the way of the servants or anybody else. And perhaps Arya had in fact discovered something beautiful whose image Sansa might want to stitch into one of her scarves or even replicate with the glass beads in the jewelry building kit her brother Robb had just given her for her tenth birthday.

Sansa carefully set down her fabric, tied off the broken thread, and pushed her needle into her direwolf-shaped pincushion. Finally, she rose to join Arya, who was bouncing on her toes.

“All right,” she said, “show me. But if the servants come in early, we have to leave. Promise.” She gave Arya her severest proper look as she said the last word.

“Fine,” replied the younger girl. “I promise.”

She turned on her heels abruptly and skipped out of Sansa’s quarters. Sansa carefully shut the door and held up the skirt of her favorite blue denim dress so she could run to catch up with her sister.

Hall by staircase, Arya led her to Winterfell Castle’s southeast wing, whose bottom two floors were largely used for storage and other utilitarian purposes. Sansa had rarely been there, but Arya, who had discovered more than half the castle’s ancient hidden passageways by the age of five, navigated the hallways effortlessly. Finally, she slipped past a partially open door and beckoned Sansa to follow her. Sansa, who had to maneuver herself carefully in order to squeeze between the wall and the very heavy oak door, gasped when she looked up to see her sister perched on top of an enormous chest of drawers in the middle of an enormous rectangular room. The front and sides of the chest were covered with dancing flickers of light in every hue known to humankind, which drew Sansa’s eyes upward to find their source. She found it in the form of the enormous copper chandelier that hung almost directly above the chest. Crystals dripped off each of the fixture’s elegantly curved arms, and although its candleholders were empty, the enormous windows on two sides of the room admitted enough sunlight to turn the crystals into dazzling prisms that reflected the light into dancing rainbows that covered every surface within their reach.

Sansa gasped again when she saw that the copper chandelier was only one of ten covering the ceiling of what she imagined must once have been a dazzling and magnificent ballroom. A burnished silver chandelier with direwolf heads carved into its top and arms hung in the center of the room; an elegantly curved golden chandelier with rose-shaped candleholders sat to its side. Each fixture’s beads were carved into slightly different shapes than those of its neighbors: the direwolf chandelier’s crystals were carved into neat squares, the rose chandelier was adorned with teardrop-shaped crystals, and the beads on each of the other eight chandeliers reflected the streaming sunlight in their own unique patterns onto the various dressers and wardrobes crowded into the room. Sansa’s hand reached upward in spite of itself; the chandeliers were far too high up for her to touch, but she could not help wishing her mother would order her ten new dresses at once and have the tailors sew a pattern matching one or another of the chandeliers onto each of them. She would have to get her sketchbook and spend a good hour or two in the room with it, and preferably leave Arya behind so that she would not have to listen to her sister calling her a wet blanket the entire time, but even one chandelier dress would be worth all the complaints Arya could possibly produce, especially if she could watch the tailors work and practice replicating the patterns until she could sew them onto her own dresses in the future.

Sansa’s reverie was interrupted by a loud tinkling sound and an accompanying shriek of delight from Arya. She snapped her head in the direction of the noises to see that somehow or another, Arya had found a way to climb onto one of the dressers until her hands were grasping a branch of the lowest-hanging chandelier. As Sansa watched in horror, she swung her body up to sit on it, and then flipped downward until she was hanging from it upside down by her knees

“Arya!” screamed Sansa. “You can’t touch that! Come down!” She stamped her foot much harder than was ladylike in her dismay, but Arya just laughed and made faces at her.

“Mother and Father never told us not to touch these,” she replied, swinging herself upward and using her hands to propel herself onto the top of a dark wooden cabinet with glass doors. “Besides, they look prettier from up close.” She leaped off of the cabinet and propelled herself onto one arm of a burnished gold chandelier with antler-shaped candleholders and stag heads carved into its sides.

“You know they wouldn’t want us touching these, Arya,” snapped Sansa, but without quite as much bluster as she had intended. Certainly the cabinets and dressers looked solid and safe to climb on, and the prospect of standing on top of one just to get a look at the crystals hanging from the rose chandelier became more appealing the longer she looked at them. After all, nobody was using either the furniture or the chandeliers, and her parents had in fact not expressly forbidden her or Arya from touching them, so as long as she was careful not to damage them, she was not actually breaking any rules. Besides, she had to get Arya off the chandeliers somehow, and it seemed more likely that she could do that from the top of one of the dressers than from the floor.

Finally, Sansa took a deep breath, hitched her skirt, and thanked the Maiden that she had worn a pair of shorts underneath her dress. She forced herself to clamber onto a desk and from there to the top of a tall wardrobe glimmering with diamond-shaped sparkles of light from the rose chandelier.

“Arya,” she tried again. “You’ve been up there long enough.”

The younger girl, now sitting on top of the direwolf chandelier with her legs hanging between opposite arms, merely laughed and pulled herself down to swing onto a branch of the rose chandelier, just a few feet from Sansa. The fixture, which was wider and more unwieldy than the other chandeliers, lurched wildly. Sansa screamed and launched herself at once onto the branch across from Arya’s. The chandelier rocked and spun for several moments before regaining its balance.

“Arya Stark!” Sansa yelled, but Arya giggled and then suddenly swung whooping through the air to the chandelier’s blackened iron neighbor. Sansa swung from arm to arm of her golden perch before she finally managed to grasp one of the roses carved into the center and somehow swing her legs to grip the arms to either side, as Arya had done on the direwolf chandelier. Once she had secured her hold, she forced herself to look downward.

Arya had been right: the crystals, which had looked from the floor so like jewels from one of the fairy tales of which Sansa was so fond, now mesmerized her completely. Despite herself, she reached downward and gently touched one of them. The bead swung and spun, and so did the light it reflected. Sansa giggled, as much out of sheer joy as out of fright, and touched the crystal’s neighbor. This produced several spinning diamond rainbows, and Sansa laughed again, this time from pure delight.

“I told you they’d look prettier from up here!” Arya’s voice sounded from a bronze chandelier in the corner, where she had perched next to a falcon’s head. Sansa barely heard her, but she did notice the triangular crystals hanging from the fixture’s branches. That design, she thought, would look lovely sewn in dark gold thread onto the green Valentino dress Mother had just ordered for her to wear at Robb’s upcoming thirteenth birthday celebration. She took a few deep breaths, then swung downward. She felt a peculiar rush of excitement as she did so, and felt a dizzy whoop escape her lungs as she propelled her legs to the top of a nearby dresser. Several locks of her long red hair, which had escaped her braid, fell in front of her face as she moved, and she swept them aside before taking another deep breath and launching herself through the air to grab onto an arm of the sturdy stag chandelier.

“Sansa!” Arya’s voice sounded from across the room, where she was now swinging upside-down from a golden chandelier adorned with lions and sharp, dagger-like crystals. “Catch me!”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Catch me,” she shot back, and swung herself upward to sit on top of her own chandelier and inspect the crystals. Only a few minutes later, she felt a jolt, and the chandelier began to spin with the force of Arya’s arrival. Sansa’s body was jarred downward, and all she could do other than scream was to catch her fall with her knees, swing perilously upside-down, and grab onto the next arm for dear life as the chandelier stabilized.

Once the spinning stopped, the breath Sansa had been holding onto as tightly as she had grasped the chandelier came out in gasps, which turned into giggles as she saw the faces Arya was making at her.

“Arya,” she said, but the scolding had gone out of her voice.

“See how much fun it is?” The younger girl, still hanging like a Dornish orangutan directly across from Sansa, began giggling herself. “Let’s make it spin again!”

She swung herself forward, and this time Sansa, much more prepared and now accustomed to the feeling of swinging through the air, replicated her sister’s action. Soon both girls’ shrieks of joy echoed across the room. For over an hour they swung from chandelier to chandelier, giggling until the chains rattled and the crystals shook and the room turned into a dizzying blur of rippling lights.

Finally, even Arya grew exhausted, and she and Sansa swung off the chandeliers and clambered back onto the glimmering gray stone floor. They squeezed back through the doorway and into the hall, which was as empty as Arya had said it would be.

“How did you find it?” Sansa finally asked her sister as they made their way back toward their bedrooms. “Did Robb show you?”

Arya shook her head. “No, silly, I found it myself. I haven’t told Robb about it. Or Bran,” she added hastily.

At the thought of their three-year-old younger brother trying to climb the furniture in the chandelier room, Sansa shot her sister the sternest look she could muster. “Arya Stark, if you show Bran that room before he reaches your age, I’ll ask the Mother herself to – ”

“Of course I won’t,” replied Arya. “I won’t even tell Robb. Although it would be really fun to tell him he swings like a girl. Too bad he’s got to go to the boarding school next term and act like a fine, proper prince. He’s not as proper as you.”

Sansa pursed her lips, but only for a moment. “Robb is already a fine prince,” she replied. “Besides, he doesn’t have to be completely proper until he finishes his university years and Father and Mother find him a bride with the Marriage Pact. And even after that, he won’t be king for a very long time.”

Arya made a face. “I wouldn’t ever follow the Marriage Pact,” she said firmly. “You and Robb can follow it all you like, but when I’m done with university I’m going to become a pilot and fly to – ”

“Essos, and make movies of the desert for International Explorer,” Sansa finished with her. It had become the new profession of Arya’s choice ever since their uncle, Prince Benjen Stark, had given her a set of DVD documentaries about Essos produced by the most famous science publication in the known world.

Both sisters grinned. It was nice, thought Sansa, not to be fighting with Arya for a change. And it was very nice that Arya had shared something with Sansa that she had not first talked about with Robb or one of her friends.

Arya’s grin widened. “We should do this again tomorrow,” she said.

“The servants will be cleaning it tomorrow, Arya,” Sansa reminded her, “and after that they’ll open it back up until next year’s cleaning.”

“Fine.” Arya sighed. “Next year, then.”

Another smile crept onto Sansa’s face. “Maybe,” she said, then, “All right, then, yes. But you can’t tell Robb, and you can’t tell Bran.”

Arya grinned. “I promise,” she said, and Sansa’s smile widened to match hers.

“All right,” she said, and turned to the door leading to her quarters. “Now I have to sketch all of the chandeliers before I forget how they look. And,” she added after a moment, “once Robb follows the Marriage Pact and his wife has babies, I won’t have to follow the Marriage Pact either, and I will design all of my own dresses and marry whichever of the princes I like.”

Arya rolled her eyes, but only a little. “You can get married, then,” she replied, “but I’d rather be like Uncle Benjen and never get married and be a pilot wherever I like.”

The faint sound of Sansa’s vintage turquoise alarm clock streamed into the hallway from her bedroom.

“Dinnertime!” Arya’s eyes lit up.

“Almost dinnertime,” Sansa corrected her, smiling patiently. “We still have fifteen minutes.”

Arya moaned. “Ugh. I’ll starve.”

Sansa’s smile expanded into a grin, although she could feel her own stomach growling. “You shouldn’t have swung on the chandeliers and made yourself so hungry, then,” she teased.

“Girls!” Queen Catelyn Tully’s voice drifted toward them from around the corner at the end of the hall, and seconds later the queen herself appeared, white shirt sleeves rolled up and a tan suit coat matching her elegant pencil skirt slung over her elbow.

“You’re early,” Arya said, grinning, once the queen had kissed both of her daughters.

Queen Catelyn smiled back. “I finished my last meeting early,” she replied. “I told the Mayor of Wintertown that your father and I wanted a full evening with our children. Besides, the maesters say that the Northern Lights are coming out tonight, so we are going to take you to the top of the North Tower to see them after dark.”

Both girls’ jaws dropped. The Northern Lights appeared in the sky over Winterfell perhaps once every ten years, and had last appeared when Sansa had been a baby and Robb but three years old. They were said to be a marvelous sight, and on occasion the three oldest Stark siblings would look up pictures and video clips of them on the Internet to stoke their imaginations about how the sky might look during the lights’ actual appearance.

“Really? Tonight?” Arya’s eager voice interrupted Sansa’s reverie once again.

“Yes, tonight,” her mother replied, beaming at her younger daughter. “How would you like having some Volantine hot chocolate while you watch?”

Sansa’s eyes opened until they were almost as big as the round crystals hanging from the big copper chandelier. Mother and Father only allowed them to drink the special hot chocolate from Volantis on their birthdays and on Founding Day at the start of each year. She and Arya, who was speechless for once, could only nod.

“All right,” said the queen, and turned to give her younger daughter a half-exasperated look. “Arya Stark, your hair needs to be re-braided. And no pouting,” she added, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You needn’t ask Miss Jeyne. I’ll do it myself.” She turned to Sansa. “And then yours, Sansa, if you like.”

Sansa’s eyes lit up. “Oh, yes, please,” she agreed. Usually her own maid brushed and braided her hair every morning, and then before dinner if she needed it; and of late, she had tried to arrange it herself on occasion. It was a rare treat to have Mother brush her hair any more other than a few evenings a week, right before bed.

Sansa skipped into her chamber, forgetting that that was not how a proper lady traveled about a castle, and changed as fast as she could into a brown sweater dress for dinner. She pulled out her sketchbook and had drawn two of the ten chandeliers before her mother entered the room.

“How was your day, my Sansa?” she asked as two of Sansa’s maids pushed a cushioned chair to sit directly behind Sansa’s favorite easy chair in front of the fireplace.

Sansa beamed. “It was lovely,” she said, handing her hairbrush to her mother. “Very lovely.”

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3 Ninjas Kick Back

6 Pack (Columns, Golden Axe, Revenge of Shinobi, Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, Super Hang On)

688 Attack Sub

Aaahh Real Monsters

Abrams Battle Tank

Action 52

Addams Family, The

Addams Family Values

The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle and Friends

Aero the Acro-bat

Aero the Acro-bat 2

Aerobiz

Aerobiz Supersonic

After Burner

Air Buster

Air Diver

Aladdin

Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle

Alien 3

Alien Soldier

Alien Storm

Alisia Dragoon

Altered Beast

The Amazing Spider-Man vs. The Kingpin

American Gladiators

Andre Agassi Tennis

Andretti Racing

Animaniacs

The Aquatic Games

Arcade Classics

Arch Rivals

Arcus Odyssey

Ariel: the Little Mermaid

Arnold Palmer Tournament Golf

Arrow Flash

Art Alive

Art of Fighting

Asterix and the Great Rescue

Atomic Robo Kid

Atomic Runner

ATP Tour Championship Tennis

Awesome Possum

AWS Pro Moves Soccer

Ayrton Sennas Super Monaco GP II

Baby’s Day Out

Back to the Future Part III

Bahamut Bahant Senki

Ballz

Barbie Super Model

Barbie – Vacation Adventure

Barkley Shut Up and Jam!

Barkley Shut Up and Jam! 2

Barney’s Hide and Seek

Bass Masters Classic

Bass Masters Classic – Pro Ed

Batman

Batman Forever: The Arcade Game

Batman Returns

Batman: Revenge of the Joker

Battle Frenzy

Battle Master

Battle Squadron

Battletech – Armored Combat

Battletoads

Battletoads & Double Dragon

Beast Wrestler

Beauty & The Beast – Belle’s Quest

Beauty & The Beast – Roar of the Beast

Beavis & Butt-Head

Beethoven

Beggar Prince

Berenstain Bears: Camping Adventure

Best of The Best – Championship Karate

Beyond Oasis

Bible Adventures

Bill Walsh College Football

Bill Walsh College Football ’95

Bimini Run

Biohazard Battle

Bio-ship Paladin

Blades of Vengeance

Blaster Master 2

Block Out

B.O.B.

Body Count

Bonanza Brothers

Bonkers

Boogerman – A Pick and Flick Adventure

Boxing Legends of the Ring

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Brett Hull Hockey

Brett Hull Hockey ’95

Brutal – Paws of Fury

Bubba ‘N’ Stix

Bubble and Squeak

Bubsy in Claws Encounters of the Furred Kind

Bubsy 2

Buck Rogers – Countdown to Doomsday

Budokan the Martial Spirit

Bugs Bunny in Double Trouble

Bulls vs. Blazers

Bulls vs. Lakers

Burning Force

Cadash

Caesar’s Palace

Cal Ripkin Junior Baseball

California Games

Cannon Fodder

Captain America & The Avengers

Captain Planet & The Planeteers

Castle of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse

Castlevania: Bloodlines

Centurion: Defender of Rome

Chakan: The Forever Man

Champions World Class Soccer

Championship Bowling

Championship Pool

Championship Pro-Am

The Chaos Engine

Chase HQ 2

Chavez II

Chester Cheetah: Too Cool to Fool

Chester Cheetah: Wild Wild Quest

Chi Chi’s Pro Challenge

Chiki Chiki Boys

Chuck Rock

Chuck Rock II: Son of Chuck

Clayfighter

Cliffhanger

Clue

Coach K College Basketball

College Football USA ’96

College Football USA ’97

College Football’s National Championship

College Football’s National Championship II

College Slam

Columns

Columns III: Revenge of Columns

Combat Cars

Comix Zone

Congo: Lost City of Zinji

Contra: Hard Corps

Cool Spot

Corporation

Corpse Killer

Cosmic Spacehead

Crack Down

Crue Ball

Crusader of Centy

Crystal’s Pony Tale

Cutthroat Island

Cyberball

Cyber-Cop

Cyborg Justice

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Dangerous Seed

Darius II

Dark Castle

Dashin’ Desperadoes

David Crane’s Amazing Tennis

David Robinson’s Supreme Court

Davis Cup World Tour Tennis

Deadly Moves

Death & Return of Superman

Death Duel

Decap Attack

Demolition Man

Desert Demolition

Desert Strike

Devil’s Crush

Devilish

Dick Tracy

Dick Vitale’s “Awesome Baby” College Hoops

Dino Dini’s Soccer

Dino Land

Dinosaurs For Hire

Disney’s Aladdin

Disney’s Magical Quest

DJ Boy

Doom Troopers

Double Dragon

Double Dragon V: The Shadow Falls

Double Dragon 3

Double Dribble

Dr. Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine

Dragon’s Fury

Dragon’s Revenge

Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story

Dune: The Battle For Arrakis

Dungeons and Dragons: Warriors of the Eternal Sun

Dynamite Duke

Dynamite Headdy

Dig Dug

Earnest Evans

Earthworm Jim

Earthworm Jim 2

Ecco Jr.

Ecco the Dolphin

Ecco: The Tides of Time

El Viento

Elemental Master

ESPN Baseball

ESPN Hockey

ESPN National Hockey Night

ESPN Speed World

ESPN Sunday Night NFL

ESWAT: City Under Siege

Eternal Champions

Evander Holyfield’s “Real Deal” Boxing

Ex-Mutants

Exodus

Exosquad

F-117 Night Storm

F-15 Strike Eagle II

F-22 Interceptor

Faery Tale Adventure

Family Feud

Fantasia

Fantastic Dizzy

Fantasy Zone

Fatal Fury

Fatal Fury 2

Fatal Labyrinth

Fatal Rewind

Ferrari Grand Prix Challenge

Fido Dido

FIFA International Soccer

FIFA Soccer ’95

FIFA Soccer ’96

FIFA Soccer ’97 Gold

FIFA Soccer ’98 – Road To The World Cup

Fighting Masters

Final Zone

Fire Shark

Flashback: The Quest for Identity

Flicky

The Flinstones

Foreman For Real

Forgotten Worlds

Formula 1

Frank Thomas ‘Big Hurt’ Baseball

Fun ‘N’ Games

Gadget Twins

Gaiares

Gain Ground

Galaxy Force 2

Garfield: Caught in the Act

Gargoyles

Gauntlet 4

Gemfire

General Chaos

Generations Lost

Genghis Khan 2

Ghostbusters

Ghouls & Ghosts

Gley Lancer

Global Gladiators

G-LOC: Air Battle

Gods

Golden Axe

Golden Axe 2

Golden Axe 3

Goofy’s Hysterical History Tour

Granada

Great Waldo Search

Great Circus Mystery

Greatest Heavyweights of the Ring

Greendog

Grindstormer

Growl

Guardian Angels

Gunship 2000

Gunstar Heroes

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Hard Drivin’

Hardball

Hardball 3

Hardball ’94

Hardball ’95

The Haunting

Head-On Soccer

Heavy Nova

Hellfire

Herzog Zwei

High Seas Havoc

Hit the Ice

Home Alone

Home Alone 2

Home Alone 3

Hook

Humans

Hurricanes

Immortal

Incredible Hulk

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Insector X

Ishido: The Way of the Stones

It Came From The Desert

The Itchy and Scratchy Game

Izzy’s Olympic Quest

Jack Nicklaus Golf

James Bond: The Duel

James “Buster” Douglas Knockout Boxing

James Pond

James Pond 2

James Pond 3: Operation Starfish

Jammit

Jennifer Capriatti Tennis

Jeopardy Deluxe

Jeopardy Sports

Jeopardy

Jewel Master

Joe & Mac

Joe Montana Football

Joe Montana Football 2

Joe Montana Football 3

Joe Montana Sportstalk Football ’94

Joe Montana Sportstalk Football ’95

John Madden

John Madden ’92

John Madden ’93

John Madden ’94

John Madden ’95

John Madden ’96

John Madden ’97

John Madden ’98

John Madden Champ. Edition

Jordan vs. Bird

Joshua

Judge Dredd

Junction

The Jungle Book

Jungle Strike

Jurassic Park

Jurassic Park: Rampage Edition

Jurassic Park 2: The Lost World

Justice League Task Force

Ka Ge Ki: Fists of Steel

Kawasaki Superbike Challenge

Kid Chameleon

King Salmon

King of the Monsters

King of the Monsters 2

King’s Bounty

Klax

Lakers versus Celtics

Landstalker

Last Action Hero

Last Battle

Lawnmower Man

Legend of Galahad

Lemmings

Lemmings 2

Lethal Enforcers

Lethal Enforcers 2

LHX Attack Chopper

Liberty Or Death

Light Crusader

Lion King

Lobo

The Lost Vikings

Lotus 2 RECS

Lotus Turbo Challenge

M.U.S.H.A.

The Magic School Bus

Magical Quest Starring Mickey Mouse

Man Overboard

Marble Madness

Mario Andretti Racing

Mario Lemieux Hockey

Markos Magic Soccer

Marsupilami

Marvel Land

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

Maui Mallard in Cold Shadow

Maverick

Mazin Saga

McDonald’s Treasure Land Adventure

Mega Bomberman

Mega Turrican

Megaman: The Wily Wars

Menacer 6-Pack

Mercs

Metal Fangs

Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker

Mick and Mack: Global Gladiators

Mickey & Donald

Mickey Mania

Mickey’s Ultimate Challenge

Micro Machines

Micro Machines 2

Midnight Resistance

Mig 29 Fighter Pilot

Might and Magic: The Secret Of The Inner Sanctum

Might and Magic II: Gates To Another World

Mighty Max

Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers

Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers: The Movie

Mike Ditka Football

Minnesota Fats: Pool Legend

MLBPA Baseball

Monopoly

Mortal Kombat

Mortal Kombat II

Mortal Kombat 3

Mr. Nutz

Ms. Pac-Man

Muhammad Ali Heavyweight Boxing

Mutant League Football

Mutant League Hockey

Mystic Defender

NBA Action ’94

NBA Action ’95

NBA Action ’96

NBA All Star Challenge

NBA Hang Time

NBA Jam: Tournament Edition

NBA Jam

NBA Live ’95

NBA Live ’96

NBA Live ’97

NBA Live ’98

NBA Showdown

NBA Showdown ’94

NCAA Final Four Basketball

NCAA Football

NFL ’95

NFL Prime Time ’98

NFL Quarterback Club

NFL Quarterback Club ’96

NFL Team Heroes

NHL Allstar Hockey

NHL Hockey

NHLPA ’93

NHL Hockey ’94

NHL Hockey ’95

NHL Hockey ’96

NHL Hockey ’97

NHL Hockey ’98

Nigel Mansell’s World Championship

No Escape

Nobunaga’s Ambition

Normy’s Beach Babe-o-Rama

Olympic Gold

Olympic Summer Games ’92

Olympic Summer Games ’96

Olympic Winter Games ’94

Onslaught

The Ooze

Operation Europe: Path To Victory

Out of This World

Outlander

Out Run

Out Run 2019

OutRunners

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Pac-Attack

Pac-Man 2: The New Adventures

Pac-Mania

Pacific Theatre of Operations

Pacific Theatre of Operations 2

Pagemaster

Paperboy

Paperboy 2

Pat Riley Basketball

Pebble Beach Golf

Pele 2 World Tournament

Pele Soccer

Pete Sampras Tennis

Pengo

PGA Euro Tour

PGA Tour Golf

PGA Tour Golf 2

PGA Tour Golf 3

PGA Tour Golf ’96

Phantasy Star II

Phantasy Star III

Phantasy Star IV

Phantom 2040

Phelios

Pigskin Footbrawl

Pink Panther Goes To Hollywood

Pinocchio

Pirates Gold

Pirates Of Dark Water

Pitfall: The Mayan Adventure

Pit-Fighter

Pocahontas

Populous

Power Instinct

Powerball

Powermonger

Predator 2

Primal Rage

Prince Of Persia

Pro Am Racing

Pro Moves Soccer

Pro Quarterback Football

Psycho Pinball

PTO

Puggsy

Pulseman

Punisher

Quackshot

Quad Challenge

Race Drivin’

Radical Rex

Raiden Trad

Rambo 3

Rampart

Ranger X

Rastan Saga 2

RBI Baseball 3

RBI Baseball 4

RBI Baseball ’93

RBI Baseball ’94

Red Zone

Ren & Stimpy: Stimpy’s Invention

Revenge of Shinobi

Revolution X

Richard Scarry’s Busytown

Rings of Power

Rise of the Robots

Risk

Risky Woods

Ristar

Road Blasters

Road Rash

Road Rash 2

Road Rash 3

RoboCop 3

Robocop vs. Terminator

Rock ‘N Roll Racing

Rocket Knight Adventures

Rocket Knight Adventures 2

Roger Clemens MVP Baseball

Rolling Thunder 2

Rolling Thunder 3

Rolo To The Rescue

Romancing 3: Kingdoms 2

Romancing 3: Kingdoms 3

Rugby World Cup

Rugby World Cup ’95

Saint Sword

Samurai Shodown

Saturday Night Slam Masters

Scooby Doo Mystery

seaQuest DSV

Sesame Street: Counting Cafe

Shadow Blasters

Shadow Dancer: The Secret of Shinobi

Shadow of the Beast

Shadow of the Beast 2

Shadowrun

Shanghai 2

Shaq Fu

Shaq Slam

Shining Force

Shining Force II

Shining in the Darkness

Shinobi 3

Shove It

Side Pocket

The Simpsons: Bart vs. the Space Mutants

The Simpsons: Bart’s Nightmare

The Simpsons: Krusty’s Super Funhouse

The Simpsons: Virtual Bart

Skeleton Krew

Skitchin’

Slaughter Sport

Slime World

Smash TV

Smoke & Mirrors

The Smurfs

The Smurfs 2: Smurf Around The World

Snake Rattle ‘n’ Roll

Socket: Time Dominator

Sol-Deace

Soldiers of Fortune

Sonic & Knuckles

Sonic 3D Blast

Sonic Spinball

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic the Hedgehog 2

Sonic the Hedgehog 3

Sorcerer’s Kingdom

Space Harrier 2

Space Invaders 91

Speedball 2

Spider-Man and the X-Men: Arcade’s Revenge

Spider-Man & Venom: Maximum Carnage

Spider-Man & Venom: Separation Anxiety

Spider-Man: The Animated Series

Splatterhouse 2

Splatterhouse 3

Sports Talk Baseball

Spot goes to Hollywood

Star Control

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Star Trek: The Next Generation: Echoes of the Past

Starflight

Stargate

Steel Empire

Steel Talons

Stormlord

Street Fighter 2: Special CE

Street Smart

Streets of Rage

Streets of Rage 2

Streets of Rage 3

Strider

Strider 2

Subterrania

Summer Challenge

Sunset Riders

Super Baseball 2020

Super Battleship

Super Battletank

Super Hang-On

Super High Impact

Super Hydlide

Super Monaco Gp 2

Super Monaco Gp

Super Off Road

Super Street Fighter II

Super Thunder Blade

Super Volleyball

Superman

Swampthing

Sword of Sodan

Sword of Vermilion

Syd of Valis

Sylvester & Tweety Cagey Capers

Syndicate

TaleSpin

Target Earth

Task Force Harrier

Taz-Mania

Taz in Escape From Mars

Team USA Basketball

Techno Cop

Technoclash

Tecmo Super Baseball

Tecmo Super Bowl

Tecmo Super Bowl 2

Tecmo Super Bowl 3

Tecmo Super Hockey

Tecmo Super NBA

Tecmo World Cup ’92

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Hyperstone Heist

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Tournament Fighters

Terminator 2: Judgement Day

Test Drive 2: The Duel

Tetris

Theme Park

Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends

Thunder Blade

Thunder Blade 2

Thunder Force II

Thunder Force III

Thunder Force IV

Thunder Fox

The Tick

Time Killers

Time Trax

Tinhead

Tiny Toon Adventures: ACME All-Stars

Tiny Toon Adventures: ACME Animation Studio

Tiny Toon Adventures: Buster’s Hidden Treasure

TNN Bass Tournament of Champions

TNN Outdoors ’96

Toe Jam & Earl

Toe Jam & Earl 2: Panic on Funkotron

Toki, Going Ape Spit

Tom & Jerry: Frantic Antics

Tom Lasorda Baseball

Tony La Russa Baseball

Tony La Russa 95

Top Gear 2

Toughman Contest

Tour Tennis

Toxic Crusaders

Toy Story

Toys

Trampoline Terror

Traysia

Triple Play ’96

Triple Play Gold

Triple Score

Trouble Shooter

Troy Aikman NFL Football

True Lies

Truxton

Turbo Outrun

Turrican

Twin Cobra

Two Crude Dudes

Tyrants

Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3

Ultimate Qix

Ultimate Soccer

Uncharted Waters

Universal Soldier

Unnecessary Roughness

Unnecessary Roughness ’95

Urban Strike

Valis 3

Valis: The Phantasm Soldier

Vapor Trail

Vectorman

Vectorman 2

Vendetta

Verytex

Viewpoint

Virtua Fighter 2

Virtua Racing

Virtual Pinball

VR Troopers

Wacky Worlds

Wardner

Warlock

Warpspeed

Warriors of Fate

Warrior of Rome

Warrior of Rome 2

Warsong 2

Warsong

Wayne Gretzky Hockey

Waynes World

We’re Back: A Dinosaurs Tale

Weaponlord

Wheel of Fortune

Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego?

Where In Time Is Carmen Sandiego?

Whip Rush

Williams: Arcade’s Greatest Hits

Wimbledon Championship Tennis

Wings Of War

Winter Challenge

Winter Olympics: Lillehammer 94

Wiz & Liz

Wolfchild

Wolverine: Adamantium Rage

Wonder Boy III: Monster Lair

Wonder Boy in Monster World

World Champ Soccer

World Champ Soccer 2

World Class Soccer

World Heroes

World Leaderboard Golf

World of Illusion Starring Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck

World Series Baseball

World Series Baseball ’95

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WWF RAW

WWF Royal Rumble

WWF Super Wrestlemania

WWF WrestleMania: The Arcade Game

Xenon 2 Megablast

X-Men 2: Clone Wars

X-Men

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Yogi Bear

Young Indiana Jones

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Zero The Kamikaze Squirrel

Zero Tolerance

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