By Conzed92 0 Comments
4 years ago, during late Winter I found myself going on a vacation to the super exotic, Brit crammed Mallorca, with my parents and brother (and therefore missing out on that party of one's high school years, that at the time made the world). It was what one could call a stereotypical vacation with one's family; a run-of-the-mill hotel, (inhabited by such a variety of local animal life as the rarely seen cockroach, the dogus strayous and a few mildly annoying, seemingly immortal mosquitos) restaurants serving only the best ''local food'' (By this, they must have meant local food imported from the States, as my meals consistently varied between burgers, pizzas and a burrito) and the always welcoming indigenous population, selling off cheap counterfeit products while trying to dodge the crackdowns of the local police force.
It was in this small paradise that I would spend a week sleeping next to my brother in a small, smelly bed in a room lacking air-condition, and being forced to walk around on the island to see, well whatever it is that you go to see on Mallorca.
My dear mom, who has always gone out of her way to find a wide selection of books for her only son willing to read, had in this case brought a selection of Stephen King novels, including the Twillight Zone (which is interesting), along with a few early versions of the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and other Scandinavian crime fiction. So I was rather set for spending hours in the sun, reading until my eyes would start to bleed and then going out for the specialities of Don Pedro at the local food joint (which often ended in a storm to the toilet, due to at the time undiagnosed celiac disease.), and this pattern was followed strictly for the first 3 days of our little family vacation.
However, both my brother and I are quite devoted to entertainment delivered in the form of some electronic device, and having championed all of the various games on our phones, we had quickly concluded that we needed new ways of keeping boredom at bay.
The solution came one night, after having finished dinner, and a visit to the John a time or two (SPLAT! PAAAAIN!). Walking down the main street of the town we lived in (Tapas, or something) our little family crossed yet another small store, filled with all sorts of electronic equipment that mainland retailers simply could not trick Japanese tourists to buy. I had at the time considered buying a DS, and had tried out my brother's a few times, mainly Nintendo Dogs and a version of Pokémon which I cannot recall - but did not find the games compelling enough for me to absolutely own one. I was never introduced to a lot of the core games of Nintendo like Mario, Zelda etc. and I was maybe slightly more interested in the 360 at the time, and with the limited funds of any normal young teenager I spend money on what I knew would be good, not what could potentially be, but also potentially suck, hard. Of course, I had owned a GameBoy before, and had liked playing especially Pokémon and Kirby. The DS however had taken a drastic turn from its older brothers, in the sense that it had evolved into something entirely new, that I could not link to my past with the GameBoys. Though the concept of a portable game platform persisted, the DS had ditched it's GameBoy ancestry and adopted a new concept of its own, along with a new form of interactivity and form of gameplay. The DS was not just a console intended for passing time on the bus, plane or in the back of a car, but could demand the same investment of time as its larger, more bulky competitors, the PS and Xbox.
Still however, I seemed to completely miss this fact, and that night I bought my own, black DS (Slim?) for the sole reason that I wanted to play the popular Advance Wars series, in this case the Dual Strike edition. And while DS is a great game, I mainly played it to enjoy those small cutscenes where units attack each other and the anime sequences play to cover the fighting... And I once watched a full play through of MOH: Underground, instead of playing it myself! It is strange!
So 4 years later I still boot my DS, rarely though, and with only two games I have a very limited frame of reference to the console.
However, I will not sit back and let pass all the great games of the DS that have been developed over the span of my time as a DS owner! I decided a week ago to try and collect some of the games that I found to sound very interesting, and I started with Super Scribblenauts, a game I have had my eyes on for some time now.
I had a vague idea of seeing the case in a dark corner in the local EB Games, and this Friday morning I got on my bike and raced into town, I was gonna buy myself some chaw for the DS! I found the game right at the front section of the DS game, AND NOT IN A DARK CORNER, or at the bottom of some bottomless pit! I was psyched! Psyched beyond comparison! I handed over the case to the employee behind the desk, and had almost swiped my credit card through the scanner as the employee turned his back on me to collect the game and put it in the case. ''Gimme, gimme, gimme!''. The world could had celebrated final peace in the Middle East, Putin could have launched nuclear armageddon, I did not care, I was getting that game. And I WAS getting the game, I DiD NOT get the game. The employee turned around, the face of a surgeon who have just lost a patient and said to me; '' I'm sorry, it seems that we don't have SUPER Scribblenauts, but I can see from the information on the computer that there is a Scribblenauts laying around somewhere, you're welcome to go have a look''....
Go have a look?
I could have punched his eyes out....
But I did not.
Somewhere, the Universe, God or some evil, evil 13-year-old kid was laughing, laughing till he or she wet him/herself over my agony, 'cause I was not getting my game, I was not given the joy...
I was banished, driven off to beg the last entity in this world that could possibly have my game....
Friday might become my new favorite day to hate... I am not kidding.