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btw I figure this is known, but I figured I'd share that this breaks the site on mobile (and pc i think)
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    bananalizard said:
    i got the 90s sample cd archive but i have no clue how to translate the iso or bin files, can anyone help me with that??
    most of those isos were made from cds for the actual hardware
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  • Xeraser @ Xeraser:
    meaning no os or iso tool will read them natively
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  • Xeraser @ Xeraser:
    use either cdxtract (which Just Works (TM) but is pretty janky and ancient) or use awave studio (which works for 99% of formats though i've had it refuse to open 1 or 2 roland cds which cdxtract read just fine)
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    they're shit.
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    i use cdxtract sometimes, works fine for .iso's but i could never figure out what to do for bin/cue files
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    fuck it tho we ball
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