It's crazy how much life changes in a decade.
Ten years ago today, Sega's Dreamcast home console system launched in the United States, as did then-Squaresoft's Final Fantasy VIII. Also, the eBay auction for nearly 500 Pokémon cards that Josh, my best friend through middle school, and I had been tracking and trying to win concluded. This day is not just a highly memorable day in my own life history, but it's a historical day in the video game industry as well.
The Dreamcast would go on to have a very successful launch, but a very short life cycle. Once Sony announced the Playstation 2 and Nintendo announced the Gamecube (then called the Dolphin), the Dreamcast's days were numbered (especially once it was revealed the PS2 would feature a built-in DVD player and backward compatability). Sega the company, fortunately, did not go down with the Dreamcast's ship and has been developing and publishing games for Nintendo systems, both console and portable, ever since then.
FFVIII, if I recall, also had a very successful launch, but was soon met with very mixed reviews, from professional critics and gamers alike. As FFVII brought RPGs into the mainstream and introduced a vast number of video game players to the genre, many were expecting a FFVII-2, not knowing that that's not how the FF series worked. On its own, FFVIII was quite different from previous installments due to its Draw and GF systems. MP was non-existent and summons played a significant role in characters' development, as far as abilities and stats were concerned. The story was also a change of pace from its predecessor, focusing on a central theme of love, rather than a "David versus Goliath" meets "Save the world from utter annihilation" motif. Personally, I remember getting to the point in the second disc where you stop off at Fisherman's Horizon and then just quitting the game altogether. I had gotten bored with the story and the gameplay I guess just wasn't doing it enough for me to stick with it (I think the Junction system just confused me). Granted, I was only 13 (and exactly one week into the eighth grade), but still. It wouldn't be until 2006 when I watched my brother play through the game while I was playing through what would become my second completed save of FFVII that I realized that had I just kept playing for maybe four or five more hours (not even), the story would have picked up big time and I would have ended up loving the game. To this day, I've yet to beat FFVIII, though that's definitely something I hope to do once the game gets released on the PSN.
The Ebay auction, hahaha, is a whole other story. I was completely obsessed with it. 485 mint-condition cards, where 106 were 1st editions and eight of those were holographic. On top of that, the seller was including the March '99 issue of Duelist magazine and forty counter beads. PLUS, if the auction hit at least $200, he was going to throw in 47 Japanese Pokémon cards, of which five were holo (How do I know all this? Well, I certainly haven't remembered it through all these years! I have my Language Arts folder from 8th grade hanging out in a cardboard box in the attic along with other old school folders and binders, and I knew that my Personal Narrative, the first written assignment my teacher ever gave us, was in that folder. I knew the moment she gave us the assignment that I was going to write about this experience, and my graded paper, complete with a printout of the concluded auction's internet page, has been stored safely in that folder all these years.). For a thirteen-year-old that was into the cards, this was unbelievable and far too good to pass up. The auction was ten days long, and Josh and I had been tracking it for a little over half that time. If we won, we were going to split the final cost in half and try our hardest to split the cards fairly in half as well. Well, this was my very first Ebay auction. Josh was far more familiar with the site than I was and he was really helping me out when it came to bidding and watching the auction. Unfortunately, when 8:40pm came around and there were only about twenty minutes left to the auction, it was as though Josh had disappeared off the face of the planet. I don't even remember if he ever explained to me where he was that night. He wasn't answering his phone (the home phone…cell phones weren't even a quarter as popular and mainstream as they are today), he wasn't logged into AIM, and email would have been way too slow. So I was stuck manning this two-man operation all by myself. Well, we ended up losing the auction. Some guy came in right at the last second and bid $100 higher than the previously highest bid. At the time, my inexperienced self had thought that someone had literally bid that much right at the end to clench the auction, but for years I've been thinking that it was probably a hidden "maximum bid" by someone that was just preventing other bidders from winning while keeping him on top. He must have really wanted those cards and had confirmed a ridiculously high maximum bid in order to ensure victory, no matter what the cost. Still, it was insane. Now, I had truly been obsessing over this auction in those six or so days before the ninth. It was to such an extent that everything else seemed unimportant. Now that it was over, I was upset and very frustrated. But shortly thereafter, I was quite relieved. It was over, so there was no more stressing, and the winner had actually saved Josh and me from effectively wasting hundreds of our birthday/holiday money on silly Pokémon cards. In retrospect, even a few seconds after the auction had ended, I was so glad we lost.
Below is an excerpt from that Personal Narrative paper I had to write. I thought it'd be fun to show you an example of how I used to write, given that you're all quite familiar with how I write today.
After reading the small caption "Bidding is closed for this item" in the Bidding portion of the auction information, I felt as if a bucket of sand fell over off my shoulders and onto the floor. I was both upset and relieved at the same time. The only possible explanation for this feeling is that all the stress I had been feeling that past week was lifted off my body, as if I had lost ten pounds in the five seconds I sat there before logging off. But, there still was that unwanted feeling of envy toward the person who won. The fact that this temporary obsession was fading out of my memory made me become so angry. The voice in my head kept saying, "Why? Why did it have to be me? Did I have to get deep into this situation so much to the degree of having an emotional meltdown?" Then my mind would start saying something like, "Then again, it's over and that's all I'm worried about. Now I can be myself again."
I went on to go downstairs and find some of the girls that lived on the block and their moms in our family room. After telling my mom the news, I began to detox and enjoy the rest of the night in peace. All in all, it was an experience that resulted in a life lesson. Passion and dedication can be a very good thing, but taken to an extreme, they will lead to obsession, which is very unhealthy. Even today, I find myself getting overly excited or enthusiastic about things sometimes, to the point where I'm almost feverish with determination. At these times, I recognize this myself and try to bring myself down to a sane level of such emotions. Consequently, I have been able to save myself from several potentially big mistakes and from spending money unnecessarily on other impulse buys. As I sit here thinking about it, I think this experience is why it's become so easy for me these days to track thirty-something games on this site, but only end up buying 2-5 of them.
Yes, September 9, 1999 was a huge day in my life. But it didn't end with just these three events. No, there was more. I vividly remember my younger brother Dominick and myself getting lost in a department store in the mall time and time again (Looking back in my 7th grade agenda pad, this event happened on Saturday the 11th. My mom took us to pick up our pre-ordered copy of FFVIII.) because every time my mother stopped in a new area to browse, we would open up our shiny new FFVIII strategy guides and look through them. She kept moving on to new areas without letting us know (or maybe we were so immersed that we never heard her), so when one of us did look up, she was nowhere to be found. We lost her maybe two to four times before we lost her real good and decided to keep the strategy guides in the bag until we were back in the car. Once we got home from the mall, I remember showing off FFVIII to some of the other kids on the block in my bedroom.
The next day, on Sunday the 12th, the entire family (Mom's side) took a trip to the New York Renaissance Faire. With me and Dom having FFVIII on our minds, this was our first trip to a Renaissance Faire. It was awesome. This is when and where we bought these dragon claw orb necklaces (which enabled us to really infuse some life and new creativity into our imaginary games), which I still have in a little plastic container on the middle shelf of my hutch, where they've been ever since that day. This is also where Dom, our cousin Carrie, and her cousin Jenna got a picture of themselves taken in medieval costumes and where Dom got his Phoenix necklace as well. He still wears the Phoenix necklace from time to time. I also remember my cousin Stephen checking out a stand that was selling swords, haha (he was 16 at the time). It was a really fun outing. I've always wanted to go to another Faire, but at this point, I'm afraid that this first visit has become so legendary that any future visits to any Faire will end up falling flat. =
So that's my September 9th time travel post. This "school year" that we're in right now is going to be full of time travel moments for me, as my eighth grade year turned out to be my last year living in New Jersey and it was full of very strong, happy memories. :)
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