The Angry Sun’s relentless urge to burn has been replaced by a robotic drive to obliterate all living things.
Nothing imprints on your mind quite like a scary moment from a game that’s not supposed to be scary. This is doubly true when you’re a soft kid who makes a point of staying away from media that’s gory or frightening. Nobody says “I’ll play a Super Mario game” because they enjoy the feeling of being hunted down by a fire-wrapped deity. But that’s pretty much how I felt when the Angry Sun made its first relentless assassination attempt against me.