Several months ago, I visited a Gamestop with some friends. It was the
first time I’d set foot in a physical game store in over a year. As digital
markets like Steam rose in popularity, I cut down on corporeal visits. Soon I
made the decision to buy nothing used if I could pay the actual creators, and a
second nail flew into that coffin. Now I’m a post-college adult with a day job,
several creative hobbies and a backlog of dozens upon dozens of games I already
own. Brick and mortar outlets are so far off my radar that Gamestop could start
doing trade-ins for human skulls and I wouldn’t notice. On top of that, I’d
never visited this particular store. So while waiting for friends to inspect
some trading cards, I did what any sensible person would do:
I stripped that whole store down to the god damn marrow.
The result was what I’d like to call The Discount Fifteen. 15 games
purchased for 30 US dollars. I dug through mountainous drifts of sports games,
shovelware and sports games again (there were a lot of sports games) to find the
diamonds in the rough. Or more accurately, the gravel shaped like funny faces
in the rough. The games I selected were not all good - though you’d be surprised what Gamestop will let sink to the
bottom after an arbitrary amount of years. But even those not “good” were at
least interesting, and the first I popped in a console was a game called
Spectrobes: Beyond the Portals.





