Few things get the adrenaline pumping like minute-long bobsled races or skiing downhill at breakneck speeds—unless of course, you're playing Nagano Winter Olympics '98. This unique title attempts to capture the glory of the winter Olympics. Spoiler alert: it’s about as successful as an Olympic athlete trying to pole vault over a high bar made of jelly. Buckle up as we slide down the slopes of nostalgia, confusion, and occasional schadenfreude.
Two modes grace the player: Olympic Mode where you compete event by event to snag that glorious gold medal, and Championship Mode where you battle through seven events in a desperate struggle for high scores. The objective is as simple as predicting the weather in a snowstorm: just win, baby! Of course, achieving this isn't as straightforward as picking which button to mash. Events range from the easier trials like Alpine Skiing and Speed Skating to the whimsically obscure (and astonishingly calm) Curling, where the biggest threat is someone accidentally stepping on your broom. Each event is designed to stretch your talents to their mediocre limits, accompanied by controls that require a robust algorithm to master but ultimately feel like trying to pet a wet cat.
If you’re looking for cutting-edge graphics, brace yourself for disappointment. The graphics of Nagano '98 could best be described as 'retro'—in the way that a VHS tape is retro compared to Netflix. The polygons float around like a toddler's art project. Picture your parents trying to build a snowman—their attempts are still charming, just not exactly Olympic material. Contextually, it feels like a school project made by kids who'd rather be playing outside, which is somewhat fitting, seeing as winter sports are supposed to be played outside, not on outdated consoles.
In summary, Nagano Winter Olympics '98 provides an adequate, if underwhelming glimpse into winter sports—much like watching someone eat mint chocolate ice cream without any enthusiasm. It plays, but whether it plays well is an entirely different question that we might never truly answer. If you happen to find an old copy lying around, give it a whirl for the nostalgia. Just don’t expect to experience the thrill of victory unless you happen to be celebrating the goal of finishing a single event without sinking into the virtual abyss of button mashing despair. All in all, consider it a gentler, pixelated brush with the Olympic spirit. Now, if only the sound of the distant cheering crowds could drown out the echo of disappointment.