spoiler alert via vgjunk
I have a Nintendo Entertainment System in my apartment. Two controllers, the orange gun, all that. I found it in a black plastic garbage bag, which was in storage along with most of the rest of my stuff. I don’t know where this NES came from, but that’s how things are. You get stuff and forget about it.
I was kind of excited, you know, for nostalgia reasons, but I was bummed when I saw no cartridges or game cases in the bag. There was nothing in the box, either. An NES and no games. The torture.
But something everyone always did was forget that they left the cartridge in the console, and sure enough, there was a good copy of Batman waiting to be played. I never completed this when I bought it at an Inglewood yard sale years and years ago. I didn’t think I’d finish it that day, but it was a chance to bring back old memories. Old memories are the best.
The lesson I took away from that five minute ordeal was that satisfaction is assured. The universe abides.
I played some Batman (really, just level 1), and it was pretty great. Then I moved on to something else.