Jay Tucker

The second I opened my Sega CD gaming system and inserted the elegant silver disk sporting the words, "Wild Woody," my life has changed forever. I could not believe my eyes. Without even plugging in my large CRT television, the screen illuminated the entire living room with the disturbing image of the famous, wild, and terrifying Woody. He shot lasers from his eyes out of the glass screen and turned my entire family into inanimate pencils. I could not be happier. I used my mind to control the wild pencil around his mystical world and adored every second. Sonic The Hedgehog, Super Mario, and even Bubsy cannot top the pure joy I obtained from this magical wooden god.