I’ve heard people say it is therapeutic to reflect on your actions and interactions with others.
So relieve that mental burden and let us know the retro game(s) you took/borrowed and never gave back. Or let us know the game(s) that were taken and never given back to you.
Are you still friends with that person? did you confess to them or call them out? How do you feel about it now? Did you make out like a bandit in today’s retro economy? Spill the beans!
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I have three occasions:
I ‘worked’ all summer doing chores so that i could buy RPG Maker 3 for the PS2. Once I received it i had troubles figuring out how to play it. it didn’t come with a manual so a friend offered to make me one by playing it. I believed him and gave him the game. Shortly after, my dad lost his job and we moved. I never got to truly play the game that I had worked so hard for that summer. I was very young and i do not talk to that friend at all. However, that memory stays with me and I’m still pretty miffed. perhaps i would have found an early passion for game development! who knows!
I apologize to my good friend who I accidentally sold his copy of harvest moon 64 before i left for university. I fessed up years later, and he just laughed. still good friends to this day.
I apologize to a childhood friend’s brother for borrowing both Alundra and Alundra 2 on PS1. Even after 22 years I still have them and keep them in my home office waiting to return them someday. I don’t talk to the friend, but I have been trying to reconnect. to make it more difficult, I’m pretty sure his brother moved to Japan and i don’t want to pay postage.
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I think i got $25 for harvest moon at the time, and I don’t think the Alundra games are all that sought after these days. Same for the loss of Rpg maker 3, but I remember paying at least $45, and I felt that missing as a tween! If anything I’m in the hole or broke even.
The first time our house was broken into and the thieves made off with our SNES and about 20-odd games. I still have some memories of going to the mall as a kid with my dad and brother excitedly lugging the SNES and Super Scope boxes through the mall.
The second time our house was broken into (different house and neighbourhood) years later the thieves stole my Gameboy Color, DS lite, and about 25 games between the two handhelds complete with every single box.
Some 20 years later I say I’m over it, but I still feel a knot in my stomach just revisiting the memories.
Oof. Getting robbed sucks.
Especially when it’s something like a Gameboy color, and decades later, “Would I still be playing that? Well, crap. Yes, I would.”
Sorry. I would like to tell you if feels better later, but the best I can say is it creates a bond with others who lost their great gaming stuff through misfortune.