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A Gaming Tragedy: We All Have One Right?

My brother and I are less than a year and a half apart in age.  This has made for some good times and some spectacularly bad ones.  Thankfully we went to different schools growing up or the competition factor would have put us at each others throats more often than we already were.  Our scraps have become family story fodder from the time I ran him down with my big wheel, chopping up the back of his leg with the torn up hard plastic front wheel, to the epic 'we nearly drowned each other!' weekend at the lake.

One particular time has caught my memory tonight though.  I had moved away for my freshman year at college, taking my brand new N64 with me to the dorms.  Life was great.  I had a cool circle of friends, new gaming hardware, and was three hours away from the family for the first time in my life.

While I didn't really want to come home for Thanksgiving, the idea had formed of picking up my SNES for some classic gaming goodness with my buddies.  That idea alone got me home and through the first evening.

<EDIT> I talk here as if my family were bad, but that's not the case at all.  A great group of people, I was just in my own world at the time and wanted nothing to do with them.

The morning of my second day home started out with a cursory search through my old room and the basement.

"Matt!" I yelled, "Where's my Super Nintendo?"

"Gone man, I traded it in..." Was the reply.

"... And the games?" (there were 60+) I hesitantly asked, the vein on my forehead starting to throb.

"Gone man, traded them too." Was again the reply.

<Edited nasty brawl, much cussing and a broken crown on my part>

<We've since put the incident behind us>

The point of the story is to always keep everything you care about in viewing range.  Failing that, remember that in the past few years your brother has out-sized you and isn't going to take getting slammed into the ground as well as he did when he was ten.  Failing that, arrange for a 'will' of sorts to exist regarding shared childhood toys.  Otherwise you may come home to your brother playing games on his new Dreamcast while you pine for Super Mario World, Final Fantasy III, and Super Metroid.

If you've read my blogs before you know I usually end with a question.  What's your worst gaming tragedy?  Did games ever cause a riff between you and a sibling?

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY GIO!!!

Comments
  • That sounds like something my brother would do. As for my worst gaming tragedy? Hm.............well my parents didn't let me play Skyrim, if that counts.
  • My brother is two years younger than me and still in high school. We are pretty much polar opposites in appearance, interests and gaming. But even with that we still have managed to maintain a strong relationship together. My worst tragedy... the fact that my brother trades my awesome games for *** ones with all of his friends. He gave away my copy of Halo Reach for Marvel Ultimate Alliance and I honestly don't expect to see Reach ever again. So hopefully while I'm at college my brother won't trade all of my games (and really I hope he doesn't find the SNES I have in my room)! Great blog Asha!
  • I've never had something like that happen with me and my brother thankfully. Can't believe your brother did that.
  • My gaming tragedy? Playing Mike Tysons Punch Out and getting knocked out by Iron Mike... I got mad and punched my dad as high as I could reach (testicles). What happened after was truly a tragedy.
  • All of my Gamecube data being deleted by dust...
  • The greatest tragedy that I narrowly avoided was almost losing my GameBoy Advance and all of the games I had at the time. I was much younger, but I was afraid that I had lost them after not having found it for a week (I carried my games and GBA in a pouch). Thankfully, my mom found it under my bed and I was so happy again. ^_^
  • My little sister broke my DS once, other than that, not many tragedies in my gaming life.
  • When I was a boy, I left my Animal Crossing memory card on the floor and my dog chewed it up. I devoted hours upon hours of my life to fishing in the ocean so I could make enough money to pay off that freaking loan shark of a racoon called Tom Nook. I didn't view Animal Crossing as a game back then, it was basically half my life. I think I cried when my dog destroyed the little memory card that contained my house, my animal friends, and my favorite fishing spots. Still, the experience taught me that such things in life are fragile and easily lost- especially when they are part of a video game. Of Mice and Men, my friend. Of Mice and Men.
  • My gaming tragedy: I had beaten the Elite Four in Pokemon Red and had an epic Charizard. I was playing Red version on the plug-in device for the N64, and my brother wanted to play. I was in the middle of something, and in his impatience my brother turned off the N64 to get me to stop. That alone was enough to make me angry, but when I turned the game back on, my profile on Red had been deleted because of the untimely shut-off. I nearly killed my brother then (not really, I cried like a girl).
  • When my brother saved over my Digimon World 3 file. So sad. So sad.
  • Definitely not as bad as yours, but still painful thinking about it. My PS3 recently started acting up(it's one of the old fat 40GBs) and wouldn't play any game 15 minutes before freezing up, so I had the bright idea to go into the options of it and format my PS3, needless to say, I forgot to transfer all my saved data to a different device, and had to spend hours redownloading all the stuff I had on it, and I'd rather forget about all the games I'll be starting over too...though in a sense, that might be a bit of fun.