AKA: Currant Bun
When The One was closed but then bought by the same horrid little publisher who turned Sega Zone and Mega into poster pamphlets of violence-inciting monstrousness, a spang of emotion rippled our stony hearts. Sure enough, our once honourable and amusing rival reappeared as a 16-page booklet of instructions for the horrible FREE! game on its coverdisk, dismally written and revoltingly designed entirely by one bloke, who was an incompetent buffoon. Though The One had long passed its prime, awarding games 80% for existing on the Amiga at all, at least it had a style.
We then remembered the style consisted of saying "arse" and "pants" hundreds of times each issue and realised its horrible rebirth was the vengeance of a God who'd read once too often that something "smelled of wee." But was still worth 80%.
From respectable foe to embarrassing driveller to poster pamphlet of violence-inciting monstrousness - a tragic slide, like Spizzenergi pupating into Athletica Spizz 80.
However, through skills we cannot possibly comprehend, The One beat AMIGA POWER to almost every single coverdisk demo ever, and for that, Bun, we salute you. And for obv. Natch.