I suddenly feel like jotting down how exactly I discovered this game that's gotten such a grip on my heart.
The very first time I played this game was though a demo from one of those old ps1 demo disks that had a bunch of games and video previews spliced in. I remember Tomba being on there, half-life (which won't start now that I've found the disk so it makes me sad) some... golf game and then of course there was one of this lovely lowly gem called Jersey Devil. I was probably six or seven at the time and all I could remember is this game being so dark I could barely see it. The game just thrusted me into the game play and I stayed around the main plaza that you start in for about... fifteen minutes. something about those fifteen minutes got me hooked... and also terrified. I specifically remember being terrified of Jersey and his devilish black and red eyes. I still kept playing it though there was something about this simple game that mesmerized my child-like mind, so much that several years later at the beginning of college I couldn't stop thinking about the thing.
It was like a vague memory I didn't at all know if it was a game I really played or some sort of lucid dream of some sort... there was even a time I confused Jersey for Nights, completely stupid but they're both tall, lanky, and have purple horns on their head so excuse me if they resemble one another in some small way >_> Slowly, bits and pieces of my memory of the game came back, but not the name. I did remember that I played it on an old demo disk however, and started going though all the family CD's (this includes both from my house and my siblings houses) until I could find the exact demo disk I remembered. Popped it in a ps2 console and there it was! I finally remembered the freaking title: Jersey Devil.
I wanted to call this experience, like getting back together with a long lost friend. I had such a long history with this game and constantly remembering it in a few instances here and there, that it was so easy for me to get attached to it. Attached to Jersey. This long journey of finding a childhood game and reuniting with it cemented only that childhood bond you could have with a game. One where you'll defend your childhood game no matter how bad it is or how bad others say it is. Because I'll admit, this game has its faults... like a LOT of them. So many that the game throws extra lives at you like confetti just to counteract how many times you'll end up dying in the game. So those who do not have a nostalgic eye for this game are most likely to just dismiss it altogether. (much like I seem to be the only one on the planet who has a positive outlook on "Frogger: The Great Quest")
I played the demo constantly, knowing the first few minutes inside and out, and that's when I knew I just had to buy the full game for myself. Few years younger me, with little money to my name, bought a used one on Ebay and got it within a week. I was so happy and yet so upset that the game's music would constantly glitch during many segments and the loading screen would freeze after probably two hours of gameplay... or less. In the end I didn't give a shit, I was just happy I finally had the game in my hands! Played it so much that I 100% the game three times over until I stopped. Game kept freezing from overplaying so I'm probably never going to do a 4th 100%.
But yeah... that's how this little purple devil has gotten so close to my heart. I've known him since I was little, went on an extended memory search just to reunite with him many years later, and never let go of him since then. I love Jersey Devil too much to let mah plushie go... >w>
He's my favorite character, and he'll ALWAYS be my favorite chracter.