Games are timeless, as it reinforces trials and triumphs. Multiplayer must be my first love and mischief, since picking up the Gamecube controller and racing cousins in Double Dash. Curious, my inability to drive a motor vehicle embarrasses me, but I challenge any willing to race against my times on Baby Park.
I made a note to mention the fate of the first Gamecube, that did cost me thirty dollars. Maybe the lesson there has to do with kids and electronics, but I understand never to leave the two alone for long. In a puerile attempt to clean the poor device, my younger siblings, count them two, applied soap and water. Let the record show the console was never recovered.
I came across the Nintendo DS Lite in a mess of wills. Concerning cash on hand, I took matters into my own when I tried to purchase a handheld at Wal-Mart. My mother, otherwise engaged, left an opportunity for myself, the kid, to carry the innards of a pink plastic piggy bank to the register. I clumsily poured out about one hundred twenty dollars in change, mostly quarters, as fortune would have it for the cashier. I hardly remember their face, just the dread from nearing the goal but falling short thanks to tax. Just a little longer I could wait, but as it were, no one escapes taxes. Additionally, savings are important.
I flip-flopped between Xbox and PlayStation as the holiday seasons came around. I was quite the merchant, or fool if you remember stores took back used games at fractions of their face value. Ratchet and Clank always found their way out of danger, and maybe that was the first time I felt a need for a partner.
I would meet the guy who inspired me to build my own personal computer in college, the most impressively meek man in recent memory. His quiet shares lit a fire in my heart to own a computing device, if nothing else for the gaming experience. His counsel could not be more precise.
Mt. Coronet, the trial I would face years after scaling its heights, still sounded deep within my heart, a song of adventure and peril. Responsibility, an echo, the same idea mulled over a thousand times, a thousand times I roll it along, mining for that gem. My favorite video game memory must be grinding. I have a penchant for pain, my economics professor laughed.
Playing with people always felt so boisterous I sought after it constantly from a shy boy to a fledgling adult. Overwatch, my latest bane, taxes six people and threatens their sanity for four minutes to complete an objective in first-person shooter style. So, this summer I accepted ownership of a Discord server, or rather leadership of a community, or my own early demise, you decide. Still, I stuck around since 2016, not because of an addiction to the game, but a bid for multiplayer.
Back in my day, when classes took place in these places called classrooms, social exchanges were my peanut butter and crackers at snack time. A kid’s ‘bread and butter’ but my trade led to co-op; I write like it’s rap time. Raymond, lanky blonde Hungarian kid used to play me all the time. Many things I forget, like how to tell someone I care, but I hold that memory dear. Maybe the games I have yet to conquer are lessons.
Things I Got:
| Games | Consoles |
| Pokemon Emerald (x2) | Gameboy Advance (Watermelon) |
| Pokemon Fire Red | Gameboy Advance (Indigo) [retired] |
| Pokemon Leaf Green | Gameboy Advance SP |
| Pokemon Colosseum | |
| Pokemon XD: Gale of Darkness | |
| Super Smash Bros. Melee | |
| Mario Kart: Double Dash |
Things I Want:
| Games | Extras |
| Pokemon Platinum | Nintendo DS Lite (x3) |
| Pokemon Pearl | Gameboy Player & Disc |
| Pokemon Diamond | Gamecube Controllers (x4) |
| Mario Party (Any) | |
| Kirby Air Ride | Gamecube Memory Cards (x4) |
| (...) | |
| Subtotal: | $$$ |