You could’ve warned me all you wanted, but finding myself sitting here, playing Twisted Metal III, was an inevitability after I decided I wanted to re-experience the series. As I fought a monster-truck-driving grandma outside Santa’s workshop, I began to understand why the game was a critical disappointment. I could’ve avoided this pain by just skipping to Twisted Metal Black, but I can’t help myself; there’s an order to these things.
For almost as long as I’ve been collecting games, I’ve been obsessed with playing game series in the order of their release. I remember one of my earliest collecting goals was to enable myself to play through every Zelda game in order of release. I burned through a massive portion of the series before getting stuck on the logistics of getting enough people with Game Boy Advances together to play through all of Four Swords Adventures. The love of seeing a series evolve, watching the ebb and flow as the formula is shaken up and reformed; it’s something that has never gone away.