{"id":856,"date":"2012-09-02T13:19:06","date_gmt":"2012-09-02T13:19:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.controlpadblues.com\/?p=856"},"modified":"2012-09-02T13:19:06","modified_gmt":"2012-09-02T13:19:06","slug":"my-top-100-94-kid-icarus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.controlpadblues.com\/?p=856","title":{"rendered":"My Top 100: #94 – Kid Icarus"},"content":{"rendered":"
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1986 – NES (Nintendo)<\/p><\/div>\n

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To me, nothing about the 8-bit era gets me more nostalgic than looking at this box art.\u00a0 Whether it was silver or black (or blue, with Ice Hockey<\/em>), it was plain and simple, and still managed to tell you everything you needed to know.<\/p>\n

“Password Pak”.\u00a0 There.\u00a0 Get a pen, pad, and piece of paper, because you’re gonna need it.<\/p>\n

<\/em>I got to rent Kid Icarus<\/em> a few times early on in my love affair with my NES, but it wasn’t until\u00a0our neighbours had a yard sale that I managed to own it and give it a serious shot.\u00a0 The kids mostly stayed inside and watched the tube that day, but I perked right up when someone peeked into the house\u00a0and asked “How much did you want for Kid Ick-ray-cuss<\/em>?”<\/p>\n

This was my good friend’s yard sale, and here he was, selling his Nintendo games without telling me?\u00a0 Pfft.\u00a0 Some friend.\u00a0 (\/sarcasm)<\/p>\n

I\u00a0rushed out to see\u00a0what few games\u00a0were left,\u00a0since it looked like\u00a0most of them had been sold.\u00a0 I knew he didn’t\u00a0own many\u00a0that I was interested in anyway, Strider <\/em>being one of them, and the only one I kinda wanted was Kid Icarus<\/em>.\u00a0 I have this fuzzy memory of convincing the person who wanted to buy it that I wanted it more, and somehow, they relented.<\/p>\n

I didn’t have cash on me, since carrying cash wasn’t\u00a0commonplace at 8 or 9 years old.\u00a0 I took the game into my friend’s house, and eventually brought it home, but here’s the funny part – I don’t recall rushing to my house to wrangle money from my mom.\u00a0 Did I take it without telling her, or did I just not pay for the game?<\/p>\n

Hmm.\u00a0 I still have it, so…\u00a0 I dunno.\u00a0 Maybe I’m the one who’s a crummy friend.<\/p>\n

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