NCAA March Madness 2003

20 More of the Worst Videogame Covers of AllTime

What's Wrong With It: Actually, it's great that EA decided to feature a guy with the rare deformity of having one super tiny arm and one normal-length arm and an out-of-proportion head on the cover of a game. It serves as a reminder to get checked for Terrible Photoshop Syndrome more often.

Strider

20 More of the Worst Videogame Covers of AllTime

What's Wrong With It: At first glance, the cover to Strider doesn't look that bad. I mean, it's definitely not good or anything. It looks like a more handsome version of Uncle Joey from Full House in purple spandex and wielding a star-hilted sword is swinging away from a gang of lizard people. But since that's the game's plot, it's hard to complain about…oh wait, it's about a dark spiky-haired ninja with a red scarf and a laser-sword? Oops, I think someone switched this cover with Dave Coulier vs. The Lizard People of Agrabah.

Anticipation

20 More of the Worst Videogame Covers of AllTime

What's Wrong With It: People don't want to have any idea what a game actually is when they buy it – they just wanna know what the people who play it look like. In this case, a group of 80's-era adults, most of them just reacting to other people playing the game with such excitement and bewilderment it's like they're watching Robo-Reagan knock down the Berlin Wall, instead of a shitty 8-bit board game that's party fun for all ages, so long as your age is "late 30's" and your idea of party fun is "inviting like 9 people over to play a game we only have two controllers for."

The Mystery of the Druids

20 More of the Worst Videogame Covers of AllTime

What's Wrong With It: NO ONE CAN SOLVE THE MYSTERY OF THE – oh wait, I just solved the mystery – it's a screaming CGI monk trying to photobomb a graveyard.

Jounetsu Nekketsu Athletes: Nakimushi Coach no Nikki

20 More of the Worst Videogame Covers of AllTime

What's Wrong With It: I like the Playstation logo as much as the next guy, but it's never brought me to tears, even when I'm holding my weirdly-drawn life partner's hand at the Olympics.