I went back home this past weekend (where my SNES collection is still hanging out because I don't have the room to move it with me at the moment) and found something I somehow totally forgot about.
Like a lot of people, when I was a kid I didn't really take care of game boxes, and manuals were kept, but left laying in different places. My folks ran a convenience store, and they rented SNES games at the time, which is probably the only reason I still somehow have the box for this.
I started pulling out my collection, which has a few games CIB, but nothing crazy hard to find. Super Castlevania IV, X-Men: Mutant Apocalypse, Saturday Night Slam Masters, and a few others. However, I had one that was sitting on top of the boxed pile that I somehow forgot I had the complete copy of from when I was just a kid...
Sunset Riders.
I knew I had the cart still. Which is a miracle considering I distinctly remember my parents closing down their store, and asking me if it was alright if they sold Sunset Riders, and a few other games. I came along a few days later and decided I'd rather not sell Sunset Riders, so they took it back off the shelf for me. Myself and a buddy used to play 2-player all the time.
Anyway, I wish I'd of taken a picture but the box is still in pretty good condition, and the manual is pretty minty. This was a pretty pleasant surprise. I went and popped the cart in and played about halfway through and the game is still as fun as hell. I'm not the world's biggest Contra fan, but Sunset Riders is a game that I just really dig. Whenever I get my collection moved back with me I'm going to twist some people's arms and get a few 2-player games going.
So this wasn't meant to be a dick pumping post. More of a "holy shit it's second Christmas" kind of post. Sometimes it's pretty crazy how things can survive your childhood.