Salvatore Pane

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Retro Video Game Finds III

I had an epiphany last month. I’ve been collecting Nintendo Entertainment System games for eight years now–longer than the amount of time I actually owned the NES as a kid–and what do I have to show for it? A little over 200 NES games plus an assortment of random SNES, N64, Atari 2600, Sega Saturn, and Intellivision titles. No more! I am rededicating myself to collecting all 700+ NES games in existence! I will transform myself into the greatest NES collector of all time!

This was one of my all time cheapest finds. I picked up Hydlide, Othello, Shadowgate, Slalom, and City Connection for $1 a piece and Rampart for $2.50. Hydlide and Slalom are virtually unplayable, but Shadowgate is a fun, if archaic, point and click adventure. City Connection is completely worth it for the absurdity alone–you drive around on a construction site in front of the World Trade Center killing cops; if you run over a cat you die instantly. And Rampart, of course, is an adequate port of the arcade classic. I found these all at the Ross Park Exchange, and the true gem of the haul was the Sega Saturn Stunner gun for $2.50! I paid $15 for my first Saturn gun–but what’s the fun in playing Virtua Cop with only one player–and was ecstatic to find this one for so cheap. They actually thought it was a Sega Genesis gun! What a bunch of maroons! However, when I got this bad boy home, it wouldn’t work at all. I tried it in both controller ports and was almost ready to add it to my two other recently purchased Saturn pads that didn’t work, but luckily, my pal Kevin Tassini came to the rescue.

We discovered some strange things when Kevin opened the gun. Someone had tried to use electrical tape to reconnect the circuit board, and weirder still, they taped a bunch of Japanese batteries inside that leaked acid all over the plastic casing. Kevin took the gun home and using some sort of Olde Timey Math Magic was able to repair the Saturn Stunner. Our reward was seven unfulfilling minutes playing Virtua Cop.

This holy grail of a video game is one of the rarest titles in the NES library, The Miracle Piano System. I was really shocked to discover this in the Dormont Exchange retailing for only $8. For some reason, they separated the game from the peripheral you need to play it, a full-sized keyboard that connects to your NES. The game teaches you how to play piano–basically it was a trick some parents pulled to make kids think they were getting a Nintendo game, but really it was edutainment. They were selling the piano for $100, but I was more than happy to take the game off their hands. I’m not going for a complete NES accessory collection. I just want all the games loose. I have no clue why they would separate the game and piano, however, as the only people who would buy it now are resellers or people who already own the cart loose.

I haven’t found much in flea markets or thrift stores in the past few months, but I’ve been killing it in the retail stores. Let’s talk about my baby, Rockin’ Kats, first. Rockin’ Kats is the last game that I fondly remembered from childhood that I hadn’t managed to track down. I’m 233 deep into my collection. I have the games I loved as a kid, and now I’m down to finding rare titles, which are most often brutally terrible. I played Rockin’ Kats for the first time in 1990 at my friend Joseph’s house. He rented it for a sleepover, and I was blown away. You play as a rockabilly kat who goes around shooting puppies with a gun that fires boxing gloves. WHAT ELSE DO YOU PEOPLE NEED? I normally NEVER spend this much on a Nintendo game, but I’ve been collecting for eight years, and I’d never even seen a copy of Rockin’ Kats in the wild. I gladly paid $12 at the Monroeville Exchange along with $2.50 each for Caesar’s Palace–pretty self-explanatory–and Short Order/Eggsplode, a highly uncommon Power Pad game. I paid $7 for Clash at Demonhead, an underrated NES classic, at the Century III Cash In Culture.

Oh, boy. Two weekends ago I visited my buddy Mark in Danville, and he took me to this very respectable retro game store in Lewisburg. When I saw this, I almost spazzed. A SEALED NES GAME! Do you know how rare these are? Sealed NES games–even the common ones–can fetch upwards of a hundred dollars on eBay. More important than that, they’re premium trade bait–more on that in a bit. The way to tell an original seal from a reseal is relatively simple. You see that plastic line on the back of the box toward the bottom of the pic? That’s called an H Seam. If your sealed NES game has an H Seam, you’re probably in the clear. I paid $10 for this, and it wasn’t until I was outside that I realized someone had used an exacto knife to cut open the top of the box. It was open. They just kept the majority of the seal on. In my excitement over seeing my first ever sealed NES game, I forgot to check the top of the box. An obvious blunder, but it’s still a neat item to have in the collection.

I also purchased the wonderful Kickle Cubicle for $9. That was a little high, but it’s fairly uncommon and I’d wanted to play it for a long time.

It’s time to get to brass tacks, folks. One of the reasons I’ve been so hyped up on NES games as of late is because I discovered this forum about NES collecting called Nintendo Age. In 2004, when I first began collecting, I joined a few forums, but the conversations were always about what game you found at the flea market or on ebay, and I lost interest quickly. In the meantime, the NES collecting scene online has completely and utterly changed. Because of online shows like Angry Video Game Nerd, Pat the NES Punk, and The Game Chasers, demand for these old games has skyrocketed. Games that I recall being worth a few hundred are now fetching a few thousand. There’s even a a site that accurately tracks how much NES games are worth using an algorithm that takes current ebay, Half.com, and Amazon prices into account. Best of all, Nintendo Age has a trading forum. It took me awhile to piece together the ramifications of this, but eventually I realized I could trade the rare games I’d acquired for other systems and nab a bunch of hard to find NES titles. This was the first deal I made. I traded Pocky and Rocky 2 for the SNES, one of system’s rarest titles, for this lot of Mario’s Time Machine, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Impossible Mission II, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, and Galaga. All are uncommon, Mario is rare, and Indy and Impossible Mission are bordering on rare. And all it cost me was the price of shipping Pocky and Rocky, a game I almost never played.

The Impossible Mission II cart had seen better days. The board was so loose inside the cart, that whenever I put it into the NES it slid up inside the plastic. This was an easier fix than I anticipated. Most NES games can only be opened with a special 3.8mm Security Tool, but IMII is an unlicensed game. Nintendo of America never approved it, so the company released the game to the few stores that would carry it in their own shoddy plastic shells. Luckily, American Video Entertainment used standard screws. I was able to pop the game open and clean the board using Windex. Then I used electrical tape to make two weights with a handful of pennies. I secured the board in place and taped a balance under it, placing the pennies just above the board. Now, when I push the game into the NES, the pennies stop the board from getting stuck inside the plastic. If you’re wondering if this game is fun or worth the trouble, the answer is absolutely not. Collecting NES games isn’t about having fun.

This past weekend, I hit Trader Jack’s but came up empty. I luckily found some decent games afterward. I bought this copy of Cruisn’ World for $1 at the Dormont Exchange and Snake Rattle N Roll for $5 at Groovy, a retro toy store, on the Southside. Snake Rattle N Roll is almost too bizarre to describe. You play as a snake head and have to eat all these balls to become bigger while toilet seats and alligators try and eat you. It’s pretty great, guys.

Earlier today, I made a trade on Nintendo Age to give up Xenogears–a rare PSX RPG–for a working Power Pad, Star Fox 64, Yoshi’s Story 64, and 1942 on NES. I shipped it out and then checked out the Squirrel Hill Exchange to see if they’d gotten anything new. I’m glad I did. I picked up two classic N64 titles, Shadows of the Empire and Turok 2, for $2.50 each and then two horrific NES games, Super Glove Ball–which only works with the infamous Power Glove–for $2.50 and Metal Gear 2: Snake’s Revenge for $5. I love the Metal Gear series and have always wanted to play this weird bastard child iteration. You ever notice that so many NES sequels–Adventure of Link, Super Mario 2, Castlevania 2–are universally considered the worst entries in the series? What’s up with that?

What’s up with old video games, you guys?

Retro Video Game Finds II

This was a huge find for me and proof why you should hit up your local trade in spots as much as possible. There’s an Exchange retail store very close to my house (just a stone’s throw away from my favorite bar, the Squirrel Cage), and I tracked down this gem after stopping in on a whim before happy hour. Splatterhouse is a Turbografx-16 classic. I don’t own a Turbografx, but I’ve been considering making the plunge for a long time. I had Bonk’s Adventure for Gameboy as a kid, and I’m dying to play through the Bonk trilogy as it was originally meant to be played: on the Turbografx. Buying Splatterhouse for $10 is incentive. Now if I see a TG-16 for $75 with no games as I did in Chicago, I’ll have a good reason to pick it up. Plus, these game carts are so weird. I just like looking at them.

I’ve been trying to bulk up my Saturn collection since stumbling onto the system at my local Goodwill last month, and I recently picked up Virtua Fighter 2 for $5 at Ninja Entertainment in Dormont. NE is a great location for retro stuff, and they also resurface discs which apparently is pretty rare for Pittsburgh. I got the cart on the right for $10 at the Exchange a few stores over from Ninja Entertainment. They didn’t know what it was and had it lumped in with the N64 memory cards. The Interact Memory Card is a notoriously buggy device that allows you to play import games on your Sega Saturn. The 2d import library of the Sega Saturn is legendary, so I was pretty stoked to find this, but so far I’ve been unable to get it to work. I tried cleaning the exposed microchip with window cleaner and q-tips, but I might have to scrub down the actual pins in the system. If that doesn’t work, I can still buy the more reliable Pro Action Replay 4 in 1 + which acts as an import device, memory card, and ram card. Some of the 2d fighters on Saturn are so intense they need additional ram. The card usually runs for $25 plus shipping on specialty websites.

I visited my girlfriend Theresa a few weeks ago out on the eastern side of PA, and I arrived a few hours before she got out of work. So I headed to nearby Bristol and picked up The Ren and Stimpy Show: Buckeroos! on NES for $7 and Virtua Cop on Saturn for $5. The video game store there was pretty stocked with options and they had a neat little arcade room where they were taking bids on an old Mr. Do’s Castle machine. But they knew what they had, and their prices reflected that. Great supply of Turbografx-16 games though.

This is some king shit. A few days after finding Virtua Cop, Theresa took me to this amazing retro game store in Glensdale, PA called Classic Game Junkie. Reader, I’ve been collecting retro games for eight years, and this is BY FAR the best retro game store I’ve ever been to. You walk in, and the level end music for Super Mario Bros. plays. They had everything. NES, SNES, Virtual Boy, Turbografx, Saturn, pong clones, import games. They had ROBs and Power Gloves and Vectrex systems. They had rare oddities I’ve never even seen in real life before like the Famicom Disk System and Panic Restaurant. And best of all, the owner makes reproduction Nintendo carts. He had a reproduction of Nintendo World Championship 1990, the rarest game of all typically selling for $10,000, for $40. He had a repo of the never-before-released prototype of California Raisins: The Great Escape! I pretty much flipped my shit and bought the Saturn gun (the Stunner) and 3D Controller for a combined $30. Then I dropped $6 on Attack of the Killer Tomatoes for NES (it’s pretty uncommon, and I’ve never seen it before) and $14 each for NiGHTS and Street Fighter Alpha. If you’re anywhere near the eastern side of Pennsylvania, you have to check this store out.

Retro Video Game Finds

Now that I have a tenure track job and a forthcoming novel, I’ve decided to turn this blog into a tumblr about all the retro video games I find.

Ok. I’m not going that far, but I do think it might be fun if I document some of the games I find in my travels. Most people who know me in real life know I’m a huge retro game collector. I don’t much care for the new systems–I have a Wii that I mostly use for Netflix and occasionally NBA2K12–and instead prefer the games of my youth or earlier: the Nintendo Entertainment System and games where you go right and jump. I started collecting in 2004 and my ultimate goal is to own all 750 NES games. So far I’m a little over 200 mostly because I’ve dipped into collecting Super Nintendo, Atari 2600, Intellivision, and most recently, Sega Saturn games.

What most laypeople find relatively interesting about retro gaming is the way I go about finding them. I personally think buying them online is cheating and half the fun of the hobby is finding these things in the wild. That means flea markets, pawn shops, and thrift stores. You can find old games via retail outlets, but those are growing rarer and I try to avoid them because of the marked up prices. Nintendo games are not worth more than $5, and I do my best not to pay more than that.

Recently, I visited Chicago, Columbus, and Indianapolis. Here’s what I found along with a few things tracked down in Pittsburgh. Everything was purchased within the last two weeks.

I found these in an Exchange chain store in Chicago. They’re Super Famicon games–the Japanese Super Nintendo equivalent. Dragon Quest I & II, Dragon Quest V, and Dragon Quest VI. They’re text heavy and completely in Japanese and I have no way to play them, but at $5 a pop, I couldn’t pass them up–my friends Kevin and Katie were with me when I purchased these and when I told them they were completely impossible to play they just blinked at me; even the store clerk sassed me.

I also picked these up during AWP at a different retail store that had tons of retro games. I nabbed Wall Street Kid for 95 cents and A Boy and His Blob: Trouble on Bloblonia for $2. I regret nothing.

These were total no brainers. Complete, in-box Intellivision games from the same Chicago retail store as above. Star Strike was $5 and Demon Attack was $2. The later is my favorite Intellivision game that I currently own, and the former was promoted by the Paris Review‘s George Plimpton.

I picked these up at the Exchange a few blocks away from my apartment. $2 each for Viper and Wrath of the Black Manta, common but fun games, and $5 for King of the Ring, a pretty uncommon, bordering on rare, late generation NES title. Plus it has Bret Hart on the cover.

Intellivision games are wildly overpriced, so I was ecstatic to find these three titles for $1 each at a retail store in Columbus, Ohio. BurgerTime is an all time favorite, and I’m curious to see what 1982 NBA action looks like on Intellivision. Tron Deadly Discs is the steal of the group, as I’ve seen it go complete, in-box for over $25. Plus, it yells at you. I have the Intellivision voice module and greatly look forward to being verbally abused by the Master Control Program.

Both of these gems cost $2. I picked up Marble Madness at the same Columbus store from above, and I found All Pro Basketball–developed by one of my favorite NES companies, Vic Tokai–at a flea market in Pittsburgh, Trader Jack’s.

Professional Idiot Chris Lee left his Nintendo 64 at my house last year, and I’m never giving it back. At Trader Jack’s, I haggled some bro eating a sandwich into giving me Perfect Dark and Wave Race 64 for a combined $4. Eat it, Chris Lee.

This is easily my best thrift store find–surpassing Double Dragon III for $1 in 2005–and my best system find ever–surpassing an Odyssey 3000 at Trader Jack’s for $6. I purchased this Sega Saturn with all the hook ups and a controller at Goodwill for $13. They clearly didn’t know what they had. Saturns can set you back $50 normally, and the clerk thought that a stack of Atari 2600 games would work on it. I MEAN COME ON.

The system has a broken watch battery inside, so every time I turn it on it asks me if it’s 1994–my girlfriend saw this and burst out laughing–but other than that, it works great.

Another steal at Trader Jack’s! I bought the turbo pad and multi-controller adapter for Saturn at $5 combined, and I found the regular pad in Columbus for $7. Now I can play Sega Saturn with five other friends. The only difficulty is finding a single other human being on earth who wants to play Sega Saturn in 2012.

Saturn games are pretty difficult to track down these days, but I managed some good deals. I found Dayton USA for $2 in Indianapolis and Fighting Vipers for $8 in the Dormont Exchange. Scud–based on a comic written by Community creator Dan Harmon–and The Hordea strategy adventure starring Kirk Cameron as a medieval servant named Chauncey–set me back $6 combined at Trader Jack’s.

Novel Playlist

As I mentioned here, I’m working on a new novel. It’s been maybe 7 or 8 weeks now, and there’s been some significant progress. I’m a quick drafter, and the majority of my work always comes in revision. And I’m extremely excited because this weekend I’m taking my first ever writing-related research trip. I’ll be returning to Washington, DC (I was there for AWP this past year where I initially began to form the idea that would become the book) to check out Georgetown and a few surrounding towns, Woodbridge, Arlington, and Canova mostly. Also, I’m heading down with my pal Robert and his sister, and we’re going to party with millionaires in a country club tomorrow night. So, you know, shit’s going to be hard.

One distressing element of working on a larger project is the way you have to kind of shut yourself off from the outside world. I’ve been pretty much a hermit which was mostly the case when I was drafting out Last Call in the City of Bridges two summers ago. I wake up early and write with three fans aimed squarely at my face. I try to go to bed early so as not to disturb that schedule. This weekend will be my first significant time away from the book since I started. One thing that’s been extremely helpful during this process is the music playlist I’ve been kind of unintentionally putting together. I don’t like to listen to music when I write. I’ve never been able to do it, and I don’t think I ever will. But when I get stuck, or before I begin while drinking coffee, I do like to listen to something that can put me in the head space of the book. So, that being said, below are some of the songs I’ve been listening to a ton while working the past two months or so.

One of the characters in the book is obsessed with the Monkees movie Head. Have you ever seen this movie? After their TV show was cancelled, the band made this anti-war, anti-consumerism movie with Dennis Hopper and Jack Nicholson. It’s incredibly bizarre, darting from one random set piece to another, very few of which make any sense. But the album is actually pretty good, and “Circle Sky” is one of my favorite, if not the favorite, Monkees songs. My mom used to play their records full blast when I was growing up. When I think of Americana, I think of the Monkees.

Ok. Are you ready to think I’m the lamest person of all time? I never heard this song until I saw the opening credits of Kevin Smith’s Clerks II in a movie theater all by myself in Ocean City, New Jersey. Yes. I know. I am the worst. But I still love this song and have since come to really enjoy the Talking Heads. “Nothing But Flowers” always puts me in this really positive, post-apocalyptic mood which is the kind of strange juxtaposition that I love.

I don’t claim to know much, if anything, about rap. But I really like Kid Cudi, and I really like this song. The electronic hum of the thing. The silly introspection. The earnest confusion about living well in the world. When I get really stuck or anxious, this one tempers me.

I’m really into Kanye West. This album and this track especially. The over-the-top choir and the lyrics pairing class mobility/longing with playful wordplay and absurd production values. This song sounds like it was recorded in the future and sent back to us from aliens. Whenever I’m trying to write something absurd and feel the tug and pull and no you can’t do that sentiment of my very rigid domestic realism background, I listen to this song.

Speaking of domestic drama… You want that shit? I sure do. BOOM! This song is so dark it’s kind of amusing. And I’m not just saying that because “No Children” was used to end a season of Moral Orel on Adult Swim. Unlike Talking Heads, I was listening to the Mountain Goats before all that. Anyway, if you’re looking to put yourself in the mood to write tense relationship drama, look no further than pretty much any MG album.

My second favorite song from Head. There’s just something about the tired lyrics combined with the upbeat sixties pop/rock that really gets to me. There’s something here right under the surface, although I’m not exactly sure what it is or if it’s positive or not. Good song regardless.

This is the favorite song of one of my characters. Because he is 90 years old. My friends know my secret fantasy is to become a turn of the century industrialist wearing a top hat and monocle while working my immigrant employees to the bone. This is as close as I can come.

My favorite parts of Head are the Davy Jones scenes. I’ve seen Davy perform live before, and I actually met him a few years back when he judged a film festival I was part of. He called my entry “the end of Western Civilization.” Anyway, what I like about his scenes in the movie is that it’s so clear he wants to just make a regular wacky Monkees episode and the other band members won’t let him. Look at how ridiculous this scene is! Cheesy earnestness run amok. So amazing. Whenever I’m trying to get at a really dense but well-intentioned character, I play this.

I’m always writing about death.

This is my all-time favorite video game song from one of my all time favorite video games. Like the Monkees, Nintendo Entertainment System games are always going to be tied up with childhood and Americana for me. And when I think of the future, I think of this: a capitalist duck on the moon murdering aliens and duck astronauts with his cane for pure, undiluted profit. This is America.

The Summer of Third Person

Third person doesn’t come easy to me. I’ve always written, or at least, I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t write–my favorite “toys” as a kid aside from my Nintendo were my collection of notebooks where I’d write novel after novel, most of them bad continuations of video game plots. But like lots of idiots and jerks, I didn’t SET OUT TO BE A WRITER OR WHATEVER until after I finished Cather in the Rye in high school and thought, shit yeah, I want to do what this Salinger dude did right here. So I saved up money from my job in the mall at KB Toys and I spent a week that summer at Susquehanna’s Writers Camp where I met Tom Bailey and Gary Fincke and that pretty much put me on the path that led to SU and then Pitt and then teaching. And in those early years, I mostly wrote first person stories. Pieces that aped whatever writers I was biggest on at the time, be it Ray Carver or Richard Yates or Bobbie Ann Mason or DJ Pancake or whoever.

In grad school, I attempted a third person novel during the summer between my first and second years. This was back in 2008 I guess, and I’ve referred to it a few times on this blog, and it’s pretty much the most terrible thing anyone has ever written ever. If I ever get too cocky–which is frequent because I have a monster ego–I open that file on my computer and am reduced to protoplasm by just how bad practically every piece of it is. Cathy Day will now tell you otherwise (and I love her for that), but at the time, when she was reading what was most likely the 85th draft of that beast of a book a few weeks before my second year of grad school came to a close, she suggested that I just start fresh and write something closer to my own experience, closer to the kind of ludicrous first person voice I was then using on overindulgent facebook photo albums.

So I followed her advice and for the next two years worked on Last Call in the City of Bridges, formerly The Collected Works of the Digital Narcissist, formerly The Digital Graveyard, a first person novel. So that’s done. And it got me an agent, the super smart Jenni Ferarri-Adler, and it’s pretty obvious to me that Last Call is the wellspring from which everything good in my life has emerged from if that makes any kind of sense at all.

At this point in my life, my development I guess, I feel like I can handle first person, or at least a very specific breed of first-person fairly well. I understand how it works and how to manipulate it. But during the revision process of the novel–pretty much the entirety of 2010 and a few months immediately before and afterward–I really wanted to spend some time trying to master third person, to add another tool to my writerly toolbelt. I attempted this through short stories.

Here, here, here, here, and here. These are the most successful ones though there is still a ton of room for improvement–like there always is. But I really wanted to use short stories during this period as a time to develop a third person voice with the idea in the back of my mind that once Last Call in the City of Bridges was truly finished and sent off to publishers, I could begin a third person novel.

Finally, that time is here. And I’m really happy to say that I am in a new novel, that I’m past the 50 page mark–I’m superstitious about novels and won’t even admit I’m doing one until it’s past that mark, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll jinx the whole thing. And it’s in third person! That’s not to say that everything’s great. I’m pretty good at keeping to a schedule where I write every day 9-12 or so and then edit in the afternoons, and often there are times when I’ll reread what I’ve written and just feel like every paragraph, every description, every sentence, every word is dead, dead, dead. But then there are times when I feel like I’m onto something, when I sense that flicker of a heartbeat that this book, this thing is growing with strength even though I’ve abandoned a mode of writing–first person again–that I feel so utterly comfortable with.

Recently, I came to a decision that for the rest of the summer–and maybe even awhile afterward–I’m only going to read third person novels. I’ve just finished Dan Chaon’s Await Your Reply and I’m planning on Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater and then Egan’s A Visit From the Good Squad next (I know it’s not all third but I really want to read it). There are some collections I’ve agreed to read this summer for review purposes, and I’ll do those too, cheat a bit I guess. But this all kind of goes back to being superstitious about novels. I don’t want to read any first person while I’m in this book. I don’t want to disrupt the third person sensibility in my head that for me is so difficult to cultivate and maintain. But what I’m really curious about is if anyone else does weird crap like this? Do you ever avoid books that are totally unlike what you’re working on right that minute? Or are most writers the opposite, are you trying to get out of your own head/world when you’re reading? Secondly, third person novels! Recommend that shit to me. I always keep a big reading list on my computer but a lot of that is currently null-and-void thanks to the temporary first person/second person/short story ban. Tell me what I need, damn it!

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