For every person I've met who have had a Dreamcast, it is their favourite game ever, as it is mine. Granted, since I'm not a "gamer" and nobody owns a Dreamcast, they are only two.


It is impossible to measure the weight of nostalgia in loving something fondly, but one can infer it weighs heavily, particularly in people who tend to cherish times past. You had to be there if one was to have the full, enthralling and, thus, maximized, experience of being confronted with a distinct way of life while growing up in an uncharacterized European suburb.


That's not to say a grown man or woman in his 30s can't play it for the first time and not be fully captivated by it, but what will distinguish these assertions is, chiefly, a romantic and rational stance, I'd say.