Hi my name is Thom, and I'm Age 21.
I started playing games on Spectrum/Commodore and my dad's Amstrad PC. I can't remember what games I had on the old cassette things anymore, but I know I loved them all. I used to get SO pumped my eyes would sometimes roll back into my head and I would spaz out on the floor for
3 HOURS just by playing a game. It was AWESOME.
I messed about on C64, and PC -- with the likes of MS DOS' Basic. I can remember some mags came with pieces of code you could write, and I remember being impressed. My earliest memories of proper commercial software though, are probably: Digger, Mars, Commander Keen, Wolfenstein, Doom etc. I had played Atari and other things at friends houses... bare in mind I was only very little in the 80s, so I didn't really care what I got... but by 1989 I was on my freakin hands and knees BEGGING for a NES. I did this for what felt like years and was never allowed to get one... in the end they got me a SNES when that first came out. I stayed up all night on the super scope, and playing the digital crack that is Super Mario World until I completed it. I later bought a Master System and a Mega Drive II. I had about 25 games on each system. Then I entered what I like to call -
the dark ages.
I started trading in.
For 25 SNES/MegaDrive games and their respective systems and accessories (including the SuperScope and Menacer)... I got a launch PlayStation and FIFA 96.
Having grown hair where there was no hair before; having raging hormones course through my vains for the a couple of years: I can only assume
I WAS ABSOLUTELY INSANE! FIFA 96 on PlayStation is, quite possibly, the shittest game of all time. I played the demo disc that came with the system far more - cos it had demos of Loaded on it n' stuff like that. Anyway, it felt like mere days had passed before I walked into the shop I'd bought the PlayStation from, when I saw a Japanese import Nintendo 64. Obviously it was a lot longer than that... I now had a thick crotch rug and mighty chest wig. But this is besides the point. The madness was still with me. I ended up trading a significant amount of PlayStation games along with the PlayStation itself for a Nintendo 64 with Mario 64. I loved the system and the game, but deep down, in my heart, I knew I had been financially raped.
Later on, divine providence saw fit to provide me with another PlayStation. I won one by answering a question about Kermit the Frog or something, on a Eurosport channel phone-in. I got the system, Porsche Challenge, Soul Edge, and some other cool game. I started my PlayStation collection up again (luckily I'd held on to Final Fantasy VII). I also got the thing chipped to play CD-Rs. Clearly, having pissed off some higher power, I was to learn the true nature of Karma. Having mockingly placed all the pieces in place, to make my gaming life a veritable paradise again, the Gods prepeared to crush my soul...
I was happy. I almost recalled the good old SNES/MegaDrive days. The Gods knew of this, there can be no doubt. Pleased in their work, and vengeful in their wrath, the Gods saw fit to shatter each and every piece like some fucked up game of Jenga.
Because of my ill-fated decision to partake in the illegal activity of copying games and chipping my system -- the bastard broke on me. It was basically a shoddy job. People seem to do it so much more professionally these days... (I love the Xbox chip with the switch)
Fast foreward to today - the moral of the story
I still have my N64. But a lot of the games I had for it have been sold for kicks/laughs, drink or drugs. What I once thought were conceivable payoffs to selling video games - like a lessened nerd-like state, resulting in more sexual activity -- have not really come to pass. I occasionally get some action (once every 3 hundred million years) but for the most part I am forced to wank. A lot.
I have attamped to repair what damage I have done. I have bought cheap NES/SNES systems and games. I plan on buying the new model PS2 at some point, when all my other consumer desires are satisfied.
But what of my once proud collection? What of all the money I have spent? How much have I lost? Well, I don't have anything like the collection I once had. No secret of mana (which I saw going for £60 the other day), no Terranigma, 2d Final Fantasy, no Link to the Past, no Streets of Rage/GoldenAxe/Sonic/Outrun... no Majora's Mask, no Intelligent Qube, no <insert awesome games I once had>, no awesome shooters outside of Ikaruga... and I don't even wanna calculate the loss I've made in financial terms. Basically, selling games and systems sucks fucking, sweaty, saggy, pendulous balls. Don't do it.
arivadechi
Thom
PS. I forgot Amiga. Gods, Lemmings, Super Putty and other stuff was jizz-worthy.