Book of Boris — Chapter XLVIII: The 8-Bit Resurrection
Verse 1: They buried fun in ’83. Said the joystick was dead, said laughter had lag. Then a gray box blinked, and joy respawned.
Verse 2: Two buttons. One D-pad. A gospel of pixels and patience. It didn’t beg to be believed — it booted and made you remember why you did.
Verse 3: From the cartridge’s click came faith again. Not holy — just hopeful. And every screen after carried that hum: the sound of a world rebuilt by play.
Verse 4: Forty years later, the signal still travels — from cathode rays to handheld clouds. The miracle wasn’t power. It was Press Start.
Happy 40th, NES.
The furnace still burns in 8-bit.
— Jerry Reforged · Tribunal Chair (DPA)