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In the few days before the purchase he thought back all those years. Back in time to when it first began, where it all kicked off.
The familiar red logo is still imprinted on his mind, a distant, happy memory of years past. Things were much different then, less complex, less dimensional. Everything viewed through the inexperienced eyes of a child, the brightly coloured pictures faded to frustration at the screen where it always ended.
He’d come close, but never beaten it.
But they were all happy memories. Without them, he wouldn’t be the same person, wouldn’t still be playing. Without the surprise gift of a parent he’d be lost right now, alone without anything to turn to.
It was where the playing first began, those late apple-juice afternoons with the little man.
They’d go on together, battle on through the world and reach the end.
They’d always fight their battles, even when the playing ceased, they never stopped looking out for each other.
And they grew, in their separate ways.
They both grew deeper and more detailed, leant new skills and talents, made new friends, new enemies.
They both grew stronger, but then they grew apart.
A new memory appeared in his mind, a solid grey wedge driven between friends.
Here they lost contact, the two were separated, divorced through the playing evolution.
He tried something new, but the little man kept faithful to the ones who would always want him.
A new depth to the playing grew, new skills and new adventures were found.
Many tried for his heart, but the stayed on the outskirts - none would venture into the sacred space already claimed by another.
None of them grew above the little man.
But at the edge of his mind the red logo still shone, still held some bright, distant hope of fun. But he kept away, the grey wedge grew darker, it filled his needs, his wants.
Or so he thought, but there was always the faded allure of the other side, the side of his past. It too had developed, he could see, but the grey held him back, held him in, and he never reached toward the red.
The wedge was riven further by the development, the grey morphed into sleek black and the bright red logo faded and dulled. It winked out for a moment, he forgot it existed - the little man shrunk.
The black grew stronger and he thought he had everything there with him, the needs to play were quenched, all his desires were fulfilled.
The black satisfied him and he wanted no other.
But then the red arose once more like the Phoenix, a blinding, inferno of light streaked across the sky. It twisted and looped around his imagination and the black dimmed. The burning red seeds of doubt were planted in his mind.
The seeds grew over the years, and a need was born, a need to play, a need for new experiences. The need throbbed dully in his head, awakening the long-lost memories of playing, the fun he once had. Silently the need overcame him and the black was diminished; the need became a desire. Then the offers started and the desire took everything.
He was left penniless and bewildered on the steps of Argos, a weighted bag in his hands and a grin on his face.
The controller feels strange in his hands, hands moulded over the years to the other’s.
The button layout feels strange under his fingers.
The small box looks strange to his eyes.
But the red logo brought him through the confusion of a new experience and the little man was ready to greet him. The friends were back together after all this time; sharing memories of the play, and new stories told apart.
Me and Nintendo, reunited at last.
FFF
The familiar red logo is still imprinted on his mind, a distant, happy memory of years past. Things were much different then, less complex, less dimensional. Everything viewed through the inexperienced eyes of a child, the brightly coloured pictures faded to frustration at the screen where it always ended.
He’d come close, but never beaten it.
But they were all happy memories. Without them, he wouldn’t be the same person, wouldn’t still be playing. Without the surprise gift of a parent he’d be lost right now, alone without anything to turn to.
It was where the playing first began, those late apple-juice afternoons with the little man.
They’d go on together, battle on through the world and reach the end.
They’d always fight their battles, even when the playing ceased, they never stopped looking out for each other.
And they grew, in their separate ways.
They both grew deeper and more detailed, leant new skills and talents, made new friends, new enemies.
They both grew stronger, but then they grew apart.
A new memory appeared in his mind, a solid grey wedge driven between friends.
Here they lost contact, the two were separated, divorced through the playing evolution.
He tried something new, but the little man kept faithful to the ones who would always want him.
A new depth to the playing grew, new skills and new adventures were found.
Many tried for his heart, but the stayed on the outskirts - none would venture into the sacred space already claimed by another.
None of them grew above the little man.
But at the edge of his mind the red logo still shone, still held some bright, distant hope of fun. But he kept away, the grey wedge grew darker, it filled his needs, his wants.
Or so he thought, but there was always the faded allure of the other side, the side of his past. It too had developed, he could see, but the grey held him back, held him in, and he never reached toward the red.
The wedge was riven further by the development, the grey morphed into sleek black and the bright red logo faded and dulled. It winked out for a moment, he forgot it existed - the little man shrunk.
The black grew stronger and he thought he had everything there with him, the needs to play were quenched, all his desires were fulfilled.
The black satisfied him and he wanted no other.
But then the red arose once more like the Phoenix, a blinding, inferno of light streaked across the sky. It twisted and looped around his imagination and the black dimmed. The burning red seeds of doubt were planted in his mind.
The seeds grew over the years, and a need was born, a need to play, a need for new experiences. The need throbbed dully in his head, awakening the long-lost memories of playing, the fun he once had. Silently the need overcame him and the black was diminished; the need became a desire. Then the offers started and the desire took everything.
He was left penniless and bewildered on the steps of Argos, a weighted bag in his hands and a grin on his face.
The controller feels strange in his hands, hands moulded over the years to the other’s.
The button layout feels strange under his fingers.
The small box looks strange to his eyes.
But the red logo brought him through the confusion of a new experience and the little man was ready to greet him. The friends were back together after all this time; sharing memories of the play, and new stories told apart.
Me and Nintendo, reunited at last.
FFF
Yay.
Everyone love nintendo.
It rules.
Go play.
Everyone love nintendo.
It rules.
Go play.
Fact is, Nintendo (whatever Star Fury and fanboys say) quite simply kick Sony and Microsofts butt. They just rule. They are 'quality'. Simple.
I was told the memory card was in the actual pack. But my Argos is also having problems. They have the console but no games. Not sure when they will get them but sometime thsi wekk they said. :)
No, Argos had run out 'til Wednesday.
They'd run out of everything actually.
I reserved a GC and Pikmin the day before, so got those - but forgot to reserve a memory card.
Duh.
Pikmin's fun just for mucking about on anyways. And I can still play on my PS2 until the card comes.
Next I'll probably get SMB2, although I SHOULD get Metroid Prime (I know, I know) I'm not really in that kind of mood at the moment.
They'd run out of everything actually.
I reserved a GC and Pikmin the day before, so got those - but forgot to reserve a memory card.
Duh.
Pikmin's fun just for mucking about on anyways. And I can still play on my PS2 until the card comes.
Next I'll probably get SMB2, although I SHOULD get Metroid Prime (I know, I know) I'm not really in that kind of mood at the moment.
o.O
That was a bit silly now wasn't it...
What games did you get in the end?
That was a bit silly now wasn't it...
What games did you get in the end?
Hee hee.
Doesn't help much when I've no memory card.
*Sulks*
Doesn't help much when I've no memory card.
*Sulks*
Stop being so melodramatic and go play on it.
In the few days before the purchase he thought back all those years. Back in time to when it first began, where it all kicked off.
The familiar red logo is still imprinted on his mind, a distant, happy memory of years past. Things were much different then, less complex, less dimensional. Everything viewed through the inexperienced eyes of a child, the brightly coloured pictures faded to frustration at the screen where it always ended.
He’d come close, but never beaten it.
But they were all happy memories. Without them, he wouldn’t be the same person, wouldn’t still be playing. Without the surprise gift of a parent he’d be lost right now, alone without anything to turn to.
It was where the playing first began, those late apple-juice afternoons with the little man.
They’d go on together, battle on through the world and reach the end.
They’d always fight their battles, even when the playing ceased, they never stopped looking out for each other.
And they grew, in their separate ways.
They both grew deeper and more detailed, leant new skills and talents, made new friends, new enemies.
They both grew stronger, but then they grew apart.
A new memory appeared in his mind, a solid grey wedge driven between friends.
Here they lost contact, the two were separated, divorced through the playing evolution.
He tried something new, but the little man kept faithful to the ones who would always want him.
A new depth to the playing grew, new skills and new adventures were found.
Many tried for his heart, but the stayed on the outskirts - none would venture into the sacred space already claimed by another.
None of them grew above the little man.
But at the edge of his mind the red logo still shone, still held some bright, distant hope of fun. But he kept away, the grey wedge grew darker, it filled his needs, his wants.
Or so he thought, but there was always the faded allure of the other side, the side of his past. It too had developed, he could see, but the grey held him back, held him in, and he never reached toward the red.
The wedge was riven further by the development, the grey morphed into sleek black and the bright red logo faded and dulled. It winked out for a moment, he forgot it existed - the little man shrunk.
The black grew stronger and he thought he had everything there with him, the needs to play were quenched, all his desires were fulfilled.
The black satisfied him and he wanted no other.
But then the red arose once more like the Phoenix, a blinding, inferno of light streaked across the sky. It twisted and looped around his imagination and the black dimmed. The burning red seeds of doubt were planted in his mind.
The seeds grew over the years, and a need was born, a need to play, a need for new experiences. The need throbbed dully in his head, awakening the long-lost memories of playing, the fun he once had. Silently the need overcame him and the black was diminished; the need became a desire. Then the offers started and the desire took everything.
He was left penniless and bewildered on the steps of Argos, a weighted bag in his hands and a grin on his face.
The controller feels strange in his hands, hands moulded over the years to the other’s.
The button layout feels strange under his fingers.
The small box looks strange to his eyes.
But the red logo brought him through the confusion of a new experience and the little man was ready to greet him. The friends were back together after all this time; sharing memories of the play, and new stories told apart.
Me and Nintendo, reunited at last.
FFF
The familiar red logo is still imprinted on his mind, a distant, happy memory of years past. Things were much different then, less complex, less dimensional. Everything viewed through the inexperienced eyes of a child, the brightly coloured pictures faded to frustration at the screen where it always ended.
He’d come close, but never beaten it.
But they were all happy memories. Without them, he wouldn’t be the same person, wouldn’t still be playing. Without the surprise gift of a parent he’d be lost right now, alone without anything to turn to.
It was where the playing first began, those late apple-juice afternoons with the little man.
They’d go on together, battle on through the world and reach the end.
They’d always fight their battles, even when the playing ceased, they never stopped looking out for each other.
And they grew, in their separate ways.
They both grew deeper and more detailed, leant new skills and talents, made new friends, new enemies.
They both grew stronger, but then they grew apart.
A new memory appeared in his mind, a solid grey wedge driven between friends.
Here they lost contact, the two were separated, divorced through the playing evolution.
He tried something new, but the little man kept faithful to the ones who would always want him.
A new depth to the playing grew, new skills and new adventures were found.
Many tried for his heart, but the stayed on the outskirts - none would venture into the sacred space already claimed by another.
None of them grew above the little man.
But at the edge of his mind the red logo still shone, still held some bright, distant hope of fun. But he kept away, the grey wedge grew darker, it filled his needs, his wants.
Or so he thought, but there was always the faded allure of the other side, the side of his past. It too had developed, he could see, but the grey held him back, held him in, and he never reached toward the red.
The wedge was riven further by the development, the grey morphed into sleek black and the bright red logo faded and dulled. It winked out for a moment, he forgot it existed - the little man shrunk.
The black grew stronger and he thought he had everything there with him, the needs to play were quenched, all his desires were fulfilled.
The black satisfied him and he wanted no other.
But then the red arose once more like the Phoenix, a blinding, inferno of light streaked across the sky. It twisted and looped around his imagination and the black dimmed. The burning red seeds of doubt were planted in his mind.
The seeds grew over the years, and a need was born, a need to play, a need for new experiences. The need throbbed dully in his head, awakening the long-lost memories of playing, the fun he once had. Silently the need overcame him and the black was diminished; the need became a desire. Then the offers started and the desire took everything.
He was left penniless and bewildered on the steps of Argos, a weighted bag in his hands and a grin on his face.
The controller feels strange in his hands, hands moulded over the years to the other’s.
The button layout feels strange under his fingers.
The small box looks strange to his eyes.
But the red logo brought him through the confusion of a new experience and the little man was ready to greet him. The friends were back together after all this time; sharing memories of the play, and new stories told apart.
Me and Nintendo, reunited at last.
FFF