Here’s some news: We at Nintendo Life are not infallible. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true.
Not all of us sit on the throne with priceless Spice Orange GameCubes and rare SNES games, though few of us have been known to collect a few odd knick-knacks here and there. But life has not always been perfect… In fact, we all have had our share of mistakes and misfortunes, which we look back on with shame and sadness. Sometimes we miss out on great deals, lend valuable gaming property to an untrustworthy friend, or sell a game that will later become priceless (monetally or emotionally). These stories keep us up at night.
And since our friends and colleagues in Nintendo Life YouTube channel acknowledged their most heinous gaming mistakes of the past (watch the video at the bottom of the page), we could be honest in the same vein.
So! Without further explanation and attempt to explain our shame, here are our biggest gaming regrets.
Keith Gray, staff writer
No ragrets. This is my motto. But this is not true. I have many Ragreta.
The main ones that I have are based on a certain period of my life. I went to university and didn’t have much money at the time, as I spent most of it on lectures and pasta. But I wanted… the game.
My solution was the rather generous (at the time) HMV trade-in policy, which gave me store credit in exchange for my games. I bought games like Ghost Trick, Professor Layton, and Okamiden, played them as fast as I could, and then traded them in for the maximum amount of store credit (which was usually about half the cost of the game). With this credit, I would buy another game… rinse and repeat.
While this resulted in me being able to play a bunch of great games, it also resulted in me not possession any of them after all. Now that I have more disposable income, I buy them all back, and DS games No cheap. I still haven’t found a reasonably priced copy of Ghost Trick. However… I’d rather have a lot of memories and zero games than have one or two games that I could afford at the time.
Also, I would like to go back in time and replay VA11 Hall-A. I think I’ve been rather unfairly stingy with this in my reviews (which you can read here, and also here), with too much focus on the bartender and not on the story (which is more interesting). In my defense I worked very many hours and I was very stressed, tired and sad at the time – but I couldn’t afford to give up work! It made me reevaluate what a “review” can and should be, and what the reviewer owes the audience. and themselves.
Gavin Lane, editor
Most of my game regrets come from deals I didn’t buy or games I sold during a sale. At the time, it must have made sense to throw out a couple of games and reclaim space for two DVDs on Billy’s bookcase, which is why I don’t have either Metroid Prime Trilogy or Killer7 anymore. Bad times.
Not buying a Resident Evil chainsaw controller for the GameCube when I saw it for £20 is another mistake I often think about. Borrowing Sonic & Knuckles and Castle of Illusion to a school friend and having them come back to me inoperable unless you’ve taken the cart out of the slot a millimeter or two is another one. However, I learned a lesson about trust.
But probably my biggest game related “what the hell was I thinking?!” this is the time when, during a heavy patch, I decided to sell my Xbox 360 Elite. I was savvy enough to store games – again, I don’t know why – but either Microsoft hadn’t introduced cloud saves by then, or I didn’t know they existed (pretty sure it was the first) and all my precious save data were erased when I was getting my Elite ready for a GameStation ride.
It’s not the saves I miss – the achievements I unlocked were permanently saved to my Xbox profile – but I did create some amazing (if I say so myself) creations in Banjo-Kazooie nuts and boltsand now they just don’t exist. I don’t even have small screenshots of my London bus, my Ecto-1, or my amazing USS Enterprise to offer clues for a potential rebuild. What a fucking dumbass, huh?
Gonzalo Lopez, author
The younger version of this humble scribe, who still lived with his parents, once walked into the local Cash Converters to receive a complete Nintendo entertainment system with two joysticks as a gift. Everything was in perfect condition, and of course, if someone was selling NES, they probably got rid of their games as well. My heart nearly skipped a beat when I saw Super Mario Bros. 2, Super Mario Bros. 3, Mega Man 2, Ducktales and Faxanadu, also in all their original CIB glory.
I took the whole batch without hesitation at an absolutely bargain price and spent the next week playing these games in absolute bliss. Even though many friends have NES and Famiclone, I never had one because by the time Nintendo arrived in Portugal, the Commodore Amiga already ruled my house. My parents didn’t like the space this “incredible find” occupied in the living room, which was already abnormally filled with a vast collection of GameCube games. I had no choice but to sell the whole lot for twice the purchase price (and I can assure you it was a good deal!).
It was only a few years before I bought and moved into my own house, which was one of the biggest changes in my youth as I didn’t even have a bedroom to call my own until that point. During this brief NES ownership, I had no idea I was going to leave so soon and had no real idea of how valuable these games would become. Along with the NES Classic Mini, I keep two CIB NES games (Ice Hockey and Blades of Steel) on my living room shelf as a reminder to never (never!) sell video games related to my youth.
Ollie Reynolds, reviewer
So my biggest regret about gaming isn’t so much about gaming as it is about common life, which has had a huge impact on my favorite hobby. So get together, kids, and listen to the story of true grief.
When I was 14 or 15 years old, I accumulated a decent selection of Game Boy Advance games to use with the NES release of the GBA SP. It was my pride and joy. Of course, as an impressionable teenager, I got a phone contract and used it to chat with the girl I fell in love with until the early hours of the morning.
Contracts in the mid-2000s didn’t offer much for your money; maybe about 50 text messages a month. I went further than that, accumulating a bill of around £150-200 in just one month. It’s safe to say that my parents weren’t very happy, so to ensure that the full amount would be paid comfortably, they dragged my GBA SP along with its many games to the nearest store and immediately sold them.
Ladies and gentlemen… I sobbed. I was devastated and I knew it was my fault. Needless to say, I lost touch with the girl I was texting. Hell, I’m not even sure I remember her name now…
But I remember my GBA. Every day. I hope he finds a good home.
Good (or maybe bad) news: we’re certainly not alone in regretting games that keep us awake at night. We polled Twitter and got over 150 responses (at the time of writing). Here is a selection of those that have been hit the hardest:
So welcome to Nintendo Life Confession where we will forgive you all your gaming sins (unless someone else has lost/thrown/destroyed/sold your games. They will never be forgiven). Tell us: what do you regret about gaming?