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This morning seemed like any typical, normal day. I got up feeling like shit from allergies, groaning as I got out of bed about needing to go into work as my head pounded from inflamed sinuses. As I do any other day, I grabbed my PSP to listen to, slipped my Pokewalker into my pocket, and proceeded to walk up to work expecting the worst. I was already in a horrible mood and lately the past two weeks have been hell at the particular game store I work at (which I shall call “Game Store” for privacy reasons.)
The gaming collection presented to me was a very large RPG collection and a handful of other games, some which where personal favorites such as: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne, Final Fantasy X, Paper Mario and the Thousand Year Door, Viewtiful Joe, Psychonauts, Shadow of Colossus and a handful of other, harder to find games. All of the games had a sense of whimsical magic and fantasy to them. The type of games that allow you to escape reality from by engrossing yourself in the mystical adventure the developer created for you. I admired the collection to say the least. Clearly whoever owned them had good taste and was a bit of a collector as almost each one was in its original case with the manual. I was honestly surprised that such a wonderfully put together collection was being traded into “Game Store” over being sold privately online for a higher price. I figured a collector would have known that even if the games were played, their value was still worth more than what was being handed to these ladies. Then I discovered the truth as to why these games were being given away. As I started the transaction, I overheard a conversation being exchanged between the two women. All I heard was, “His passing was so unexpected…” which caused me to stop with a case in my hand.
The games before belonged to a dead guy.
I stood there for a moment staring down at the piles of games I had created as I took in the thought that all of these had once belonged to a man who was no longer alive. A strange, surreal feeling rushed over me as I realized that these two women who -- at first -- had been a nuisance to me, were really two women trying to move on with their lives. A chilling moment followed closely the second I opened a case to find no disc inside; it was still in his system at home -- his last game that he played before his death.
Curiosity struck me as I tried to fish information on what had happened. A few minutes later I found out that the games had belonged to one of the ladies’ sons who have passed away three months ago. I did not dare ask what his cause of death was; I felt it was too personal of a question to ask. I believe though that she had mentioned that it was some sort of disease. Whether it was a long term illness that they were aware of or a sudden illness, I will never know.
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