Your dog died when you were young. It was very sad but, over time, you've come to love your memories of little Lance Corporal Fluffguy. But what's this? A misplaced VHS tape, specifically of him? Incredible.
Unfortunately, upon watching, you realise this is a montage of your parents using Private Fluffguy (he was promoted posthumously) to steal from the lowest racks of high street shops. The memory's irretrievably soured.
That's Blaster Master. This cult NES title, a wilfully unforgiving, checkpoint-less 2D action-platformer (peppered with Zelda-like overhead sequences) is a beautiful memory for many. It's a bastion of a bygone age in which gamers were hardened warriors by the time they got two levels into a game, didn't flinch at losing progress or mind a storyline about a boy discovering a futuristic tank under his garden after chasing his mutated pet frog.
What they're unlikely to remember is the horrible underwater platforming sections, or the egregious slowdown when more than three enemies turn up. There's no doubt that the Virtual Console is a brilliant emulation service, but it can seem a bit too faithful at times. Just like little Fluffguy (sob).