Rainbow Road is always the last course of The Special Cup in the Mario Kart franchise. But like Highlander: there can be only one. Rainbow Road on the N64 separated the boys from the men, the girls from the women, the koopa troopa from the Hammer Bro. With a course that took a generous average two minutes per lap, you almost wished they allowed Warp Whistles.
The hyper-colored track and the buzzing outlines of classic Mario characters burning neon in the night sky urged you to keep focused or perish. The weak-willed who succumbed to flurry of colors and lulling soundtrack would eventually realize they were bouncing off the walls for a full minute after waking up from deep hypnosis. But by then, it was too late.
And who could forget the secret jump? Those daring enough willing to brave the jump had balls tougher than that of the purest blue shell. Rainbow Road wasn't just a multiplayer map, it was the ultimate test of one's cunning, courage, and character.
The beauty of Pokemon Stadium is its simplicity. How many times do your friends throw every excuse out they can when they are beaten down to submission after a round of Smash? You've heard em all:
In The Stadium, because there's no X factor, there's nothing they can do but eat their fat Power Tomato and like it. There's also something damn satisfying seeing your name on the Jumbotron when you take the lead. To change things up a bit, try turning off all items except for Pokeballs and duke it out like true Pokemon masters. Professor Oak would be proud (and confused as hell where the space pilots fox and bird came from).
Conker's Bad Fur Day had some of the best multiplayer maps of any console came. It was hard to pick just one (really, they all offer something unique and great), but "Beach" was something truly special. Well, Normandy-special.
You start off picking a side: the demented Tediz, who take sniping positions equipped with a rocket launcher, a infrared rifle and a relentless gattling gun or the poor French immigrants who carry nothing more than their ragged clothes and a yearning for freedom, tasked with the near-impossible mission of making it to the other side of the map (and, optionally, trying to reach a plunger towards the middle). Hitting the plunger that would somehow explode the Tediz into a cloud of feathers and stuffing was not easy, but if you were able to do so without spreading your gimlets across the beaches of Normandy, it was the most satisfying experience in multiplayer history.