Just got rid of some older game consoles.... you?

[gorfias]

Can I have them please? I want an OG Xbox so I can play games that are not compatible with the 360.

Gave my last 2 to a guy living with the effects of brain cancer. He had a backup power generator. Did something wrong and blew up everything plugged in throughout his house. Then he did it again to the box I gave him to R&R his first one. He never blew the 2nd one I gave him. So many great games for that thing.

 

[Worgen]

Mine is worse, I sold my entire collection of PS2 games to try and buy a PS3(didn't even end up having enough anyway). Only a few of the absolute, top favorites (Burnout 3, Mercenaries 1, fucking BLACK for some reason) escaped. Goddamn was I a stupid fucking kid.

The games I sold that I regret the most were Front Mission 3 and Baten Kaitos Origins. Front Mission 3 because it was awesome, Baten Kaitos Origins cause its probably rather rare by now.

 

[Xprimentyl]

I gave my dad (a non-gamer) my original Xbox when my grandmother passed away. He’d spent the previous 2 years caring for her, in and out of hospitals and dialysis on a nigh weekly basis. When she died, she left a gap in his routine, so I figured he might trying gaming to occupy his depressing free time. He’s a huge WWII nut, so of course, I got him every war game I could find, and he actually took to them, my mom noting to me that he seemed to be enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time. Also got him a Tiger Woods game, and the whole family (two older sisters and a niece, all non-gamers) got in on it; I’d visit and we’d golf for hours together. Then it was Burnout, or as my mom called it, “crashing;” I’d call to check in and she’d say “me and your dad are in here ‘crashing.’” That Xbox actually meant a lot to me as it brought my family together unexpectedly during a very tough time. I was sad when it finally up and died, but my parents had already bought themselves a Wii by then; my mom loved to watch my dad mimic the ski jump in their living room.

But on a bitter note, during my divorce 12 years ago, I gave my ex everything “we” owned just to get the deed over with as quickly and smoothly as possible; we didn’t have much, and trying to play halvesies with a turbo b*tch and the contents of a one-bedroom apartment would have been a waste of life. Well, a part of “everything” was a storage unit that contained my NES, Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64 and a shit-ton of games. Not too mad, but I really would have preferred to have kept them. Even thought about asking her for them early after the divorce, but 1) I doubted she still had them and 2) the idea of expecting any civility from the most toxic human being to ever curse the planet with her existence wasn’t worth it. There are still times when I really want to fire up one of those old systems, and I can’t help but think “I still hate that b*tch.”

 

[gorfias]

I gave my dad (a non-gamer) my original Xbox when my grandmother passed away. He’d spent the previous 2 years caring for her, in and out of hospitals and dialysis on a nigh weekly basis. When she died, she left a gap in his routine, so I figured he might trying gaming to occupy his depressing free time. He’s a huge WWII nut, so of course, I got him every war game I could find, and he actually took to them, my mom noting to me that he seemed to be enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time. Also got him a Tiger Woods game, and the whole family (two older sisters and a niece, all non-gamers) got in on it; I’d visit and we’d golf for hours together. Then it was Burnout, or as my mom called it, “crashing;” I’d call to check in and she’d say “me and your dad are in here ‘crashing.’” That Xbox actually meant a lot to me as it brought my family together unexpectedly during a very tough time. I was sad when it finally up and died, but my parents had already bought themselves a Wii by then; my mom loved to watch my dad mimic the ski jump in their living room.

But on a bitter note, during my divorce 12 years ago, I gave my ex everything “we” owned just to get the deed over with as quickly and smoothly as possible; we didn’t have much, and trying to play halvesies with a turbo b*tch and the contents of a one-bedroom apartment would have been a waste of life. Well, a part of “everything” was a storage unit that contained my NES, Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64 and a shit-ton of games. Not too mad, but I really would have preferred to have kept them. Even thought about asking her for them early after the divorce, but 1) I doubted she still had them and 2) the idea of expecting any civility from the most toxic human being to ever curse the planet with her existence wasn’t worth it. There are still times when I really want to fire up one of those old systems, and I can’t help but think “I still hate that b*tch.”

That is a great story and great way to bring the family together with your gift of the OG Xbox. Burnout 2 was a fantastic crashing game.
Sad to say, my friend with my Xboxes, too got into a Wii as well and then, well... he kept the Xbox and collection,... his ex got the Wii.

 

[Xprimentyl]

That is a great story and great way to bring the family together with your gift of the OG Xbox. Burnout 2 was a fantastic crashing game.
Sad to say, my friend with my Xboxes, too got into a Wii as well and then, well... he kept the Xbox and collection,... his ex got the Wii.

That’s a familiar story; that OG Xbox had my +400 hours of Morrowind logged on it, so I was glad to keep it in the fam, but when they told me it stopped working… ugh…

 

[The Rogue Wolf]

I gave my dad (a non-gamer) my original Xbox when my grandmother passed away. He’d spent the previous 2 years caring for her, in and out of hospitals and dialysis on a nigh weekly basis. When she died, she left a gap in his routine, so I figured he might trying gaming to occupy his depressing free time. He’s a huge WWII nut, so of course, I got him every war game I could find, and he actually took to them, my mom noting to me that he seemed to be enjoying himself for the first time in a very long time. Also got him a Tiger Woods game, and the whole family (two older sisters and a niece, all non-gamers) got in on it; I’d visit and we’d golf for hours together. Then it was Burnout, or as my mom called it, “crashing;” I’d call to check in and she’d say “me and your dad are in here ‘crashing.’” That Xbox actually meant a lot to me as it brought my family together unexpectedly during a very tough time. I was sad when it finally up and died, but my parents had already bought themselves a Wii by then; my mom loved to watch my dad mimic the ski jump in their living room.

That's... actually pretty touching.

Question: Consoles are one thing, but how many here have never sold off a game? I've kept every console game I've ever bought, mostly because I was usually broke and I couldn't afford to buy games I didn't really want.

 

[Xprimentyl]

That's... actually pretty touching.

Question: Consoles are one thing, but how many here have never sold off a game? I've kept every console game I've ever bought, mostly because I was usually broke and I couldn't afford to buy games I didn't really want.

I traded in a few games early on in the OG Xbox/360/PS3 generations, but after that, held to a strict policy that I'd not sell anything. Like you, I learned to not frivolously buy games; I went for the ones I wanted enough to give more than a fleeting chance and generally found worth enough in them to keep them. Point in case: I still own "Too Human," one of the biggest wastes of my time and money, but I bought it, completed it, so it's mine.