We had dinner, and then we delved into the Grand Prix races.Īll of the cups were completed on gold. Shells were tossed and bananas were thrown until 6:00. My brother chose Luigi, his personal favorite because he’s the fastest of all the medium weight characters. I chose Toad, my personal favorite from childhood because of his unparalleled acceleration. Thinking nothing of the store owner’s strange behavior, we went home ready for a night filled with revived memories. My brother was a total skeptic and agreed with me. Now I had believed in ghosts, (and still do) but the idea of a haunted video game seemed implausible to me. He also let us know that we were more than entitled to a refund should we choose to take it back. His hands were shaking and he started to stutter. Oddly enough, he waited for all of the other customers to leave before he gave it to us. They had a copy of Mario Kart 64 they were giving away for free. After we explained our financial predicament to the owner, he told us this. The budget wouldn’t allow for any games, however, so we were under the impression we would walk out empty handed. We got it for $50, which was pretty cheap. As fate would have it, the very woman I sold it to would sell my N64 to the shop.
MARIO KART 64 PS2
My brother knew the owner and employees well, as he had gotten a lot of his PS2 games from them before he moved in a place of his own.
The store was a nice little place called Game Giant.
He came into town two weeks ago, and on his second day we headed off to our local used game shop. When my brother found out he was frustrated, but he agreed to help me get it back. It hadn’t taken me long to realize that this was an obtuse decision. She walked off with an SNES and an N64 with roughly 20 games in total, and I walked off with $40. The language barrier complicated things, but it didn’t hinder the sale entirely. She didn’t know much English, and at the time I didn’t know any Spanish. The family consisted of a small Hispanic woman with two very young children. I don’t remember much about that yard sale, but the family whom I sold it to left a distinct memory in my mind. In my eyes, their ability to deliver classic games in unlimited quantity at no cost was second to none. Avarice and arrogance were brought to me by my discovery of emulators. Now I won’t touch an N64 at all, and I rarely play any Nintendo titles.Ī few months back I brashly sold my N64 and my SNES at a yard sale my family was holding. All of that was before these past two weeks. Nazi Zombies and Modern Warfare may have taken up most of my gaming time as I became part of the Xbox Live age, but Mario Kart 64 still held a place in my heart as my all-time favorite. As a result those got played a lot more (by me) and made Mario Kart 64 my favorite game. Back then I was especially partial to my brother’s N64 and the set of games he had with it. Weekend upon weekend would go by as my brother and I played SNES and N64 until the cows came home. Growing up as a kid in the mid 90’s, I was a Nintendo child through and through.
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