As rational and level-headed I try to be, I'm still susceptible to silly superstitions and rituals. Just take a gander at the hideous facial hair I've been growing to support the local sports team and you'll get an idea of my familiarity with reality. More relevant is my ritual which occurs approximately every 212.35 days. Whenever there's a Friday the 13th, I dust off the NES non-classic of the same name.
Though the game itself is fairly awful, the one thing that curiously-named developer Pack-In-Video nailed was the scare when you encounter Jason. As you enter a house that contains the fornication-hating behemoth, you're forced to navigate the rooms in pseudo-3D. Turning corners, you're never sure when you'll come face-to-face. And once he you do, the otherwise-forgettable game generates a surprisingly decent jump. Of course, mere seconds after said-jump, one must immediately ask themselves "did 8-bit audio and video just cause me to jump?"
