NTSC-U stamped its regional identity onto the collection: a map of summers and snow days, of living rooms lit by TV glow and the anticipatory hush before a new level. English menus welcomed you in a familiar tongue, but language was only the gateway; what followed was the universal dialect of gameplay — the clang of swords, the hiss of an enemy ship crossing the screen, the triumphant fanfare that accompanies a long-fought victory.