Cahill's Dreamcast uber-collection was delivered to my house Monday, but I couldn't pick it up until yesterday. I don't have a digital camera so please excuse the shitty quality of the cell phone photos, but I was so excited (and the haul was so great) that I felt it needed to be chronicled in some fashion.
What's this? Hmmm... just a box. What could be inside?
What appears to be a clump of hair in the corner of the image is, in actuality, a clump of hair. My roommate cuts hair on the side and today he had no time before his other job to clean it up. Eww. A few pictures after this one I pulled out the vacuum and cleaned it all up.
And another box! As you can see, I couldn't contain myself and cut right into it.
In the background you can see what might be the saddest gaming setup that exists in 2009: a shitty CRT TV that doesn't even have a stereo audio input (though it does have stereo output?), my PS2 (and tons of games) and my halfway working Dreamcast (and some games), all displayed on a gorgeous $19.99 wood and plastic "entertainment center" we purchased from Family Dollar.
Yeah it sucks, but it gets the job done. What do you want? I'm back in school.
What could be in these packages of bubble wrap? Let's find out!
Near the television you can just see my copies of God Hand and Yakuza 2. Both are fine action games I would encourage any of you to play.
My trusty pocket knife also sits to the side. If I ever killed someone, it would probably be with that knife. Not that I would ever do that, or even think about it. Or talk about it on the internet beforehand...
*ahem* Let's move on.
What in the hell is "Stop & Shop"? A chain that doesn't exist on the east coast, I assume. I've never heard of it, but apparently it has "all the ingredients," which is fairly impressive.
Wow, four Dreamcast controllers! There were also three PS1 memory cards in the bag, which Cahill included by accident but told me I could keep or throw away. As I'm still occasionally playing PS1 games, I'll find some use for them
Ah, Target. A familiar chain. I feel good about this bag!
Whoa! That's a lot of games! (My phone is capable of higher resolution pics, I discovered at this point.)
Above all the sweet loot, you'll notice a copy of a Dennis Miller stand-up DVD, which
I swear to god isn't mine.
In addition to the games Cahill mentioned in his post, inside the bag was also:
A copy of Gran Turismo 2
and a Bleemcast emulator disc for the very same game! Sweet.
I apologize for the lighting. You would think, based on these photos, that I live in some Fincher-esque hole in the wall, but it's actually not too bad.
Also included in the bag were two demo discs from Dreamcast Magazine. Cool. The Grandia 2 art on the left slip cover is awesome. To the right of those discs:
A copy of Thrill Kill, which was never officially released. Maybe I'll pick up an old PS1 GameShark so I can give it a try.
And there's more...
A Google search leads me to believe this bag came from a hotel in Barcelona. That's pretty cool.
Even more games! :O
This disc reads (I think) "GameShark demo". I guess that's what it is.
And damn, I have
another huge box to go. (Vacuum pictured on the right.)
Before moving on, I took a break and enjoyed some Batman fruit snacks. Made with real fruit juice, only 80 calories!
My strength replenished, I opened the second box, which contained two Dreamcast lightguns and two Dreamcasts, hook-ups included (not pictured because the images did something strange and came out all pixelated)!
That was
great, but I expected those. Still left in the box were
two more controllers, still boxed, and...
Holy crap, a force feedback steering wheel controller!
And what's this...?
Holy shit!
There was also this strange, small box...
...the contents of which ensure I will never run out of space for a Dreamcast save again! Also included are two Japanese rumble packs (
sweet!) and a small wire that I can't identify.
Even the boxes are going to get some good use someday.
Also pictured is a food dehydrator, which has not proven to be as exciting as I had hoped. It turns out you need a hell of a lot more than dehydrated bananas to make banana chips. Trust me on this one, please.
All in all, a pretty fucking amazing haul that will keep me entertained for countless hours. Thanks, Cahill!
All discolored spots on the carpet can be blamed on my roommate, who refused to put down the rug I brought with me for that purpose when he moved in.