"Stamp Out!" was a maze-styled game. I took the role of a postal carrier, delivering mail and avoiding hazards like dogs and rogue children on bicycles.
I played for as long as I could on that machine, taking every available power-up and prize. I left no stone unturned in my quest to squeeze every last point out of this thing.
After a few rounds, the little mailman appeared at the center of the screen, facing me.
"RAGE ROUND!" the game boomed.
A tiny assault rifle appeared in the mailman's hands, and I let out a loud cheer. This was going to make the game a LOT simpler!
I delivered packages and letters all over the maze-town. Look out, a dog! BLAM. Dead. Here comes a kid on a bike! BLAM. Dead. They'd trouble me no longer, and the points just kept racking up like crazy.
Woman with a stroller! BLAM. Dead.
Police officer! BLAM. Dead.
A tip appeared onscreen. "Go full automatic by holding down the B-Button."
I did as I was told as an entire group of what looked to be Boy Scouts headed my way in a great stampede. "I'll be crushed!" I thought.
As the tiny pixilated bodies dissolved with crude 8-bit animations, I went back to bringing packages to all the houses that were probably empty by now.
When I completed the tasks set out by the game, when everyone was dead and I had no more letters to give, the little mailman just stood on the sidewalk, looking out of the screen at me.
"Commit ***** by holding the A and B buttons together."
I accommodated the game's wishes and mashed the buttons. The little mailman raised the barrel of the rifle and put it into his tiny mouth.
That was, without a doubt, the best and most fun game I had ever played.