There was just something about him that put me on edge. If you asked me why I thought he looked displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. I usually trust my gut on these things, so I got out of the car and was greeted by an old man. However, something sort of drew me there. I still have no idea why it did there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it. Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I ended up picking up a a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye, F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars. I was hoping to score some good deals from ignorant parents. That weekend, I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off-campus, hitting up the local garage sales. His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers and, while beggers can't be choosers, it didn't take long before I got bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs. I could finally play all those old games of my youth I hadn't touched in least a decade. I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. If you would rather view this with each video + story being separate, click here.) (Long story + Videos + Ass-ton of Comments = Occasional Page Lockup.
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