Those were the days, young boys roped in with visions of explosions and action!

Then the short hair and sensible shoes crowd decided such things were detrimental to the psyche of the wee dears, and you never see real box art anymore.

Instead, the little crotch goblins grow up on a diet of shit like Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, and Assassin's Creed, washed down with a few hours Instagram, Snapchat, and Tic-toc.

Yeah, that makes so much sense...