Being a devotee of Nintendo in a
PAL region is probably a bit like marriage (I'd urge you to stick with me here, because I've thought this analogy through for
at least four minutes). For years, you slog away at the relationship, mildly irritated by the other person's foibles and imperfections, like that weird bumpy mole on their back, or how they noisily slurp soup, or how they insist on playing nothing but
Keane during long car journeys.
Then every so often, you have your disputes, arguing about the merits of Magnolia Eggshell and Cream Eggshell in the aisle of Lowe's. And sometimes, these disagreements might build up to something bigger in your mind, begin to
fester, and perhaps you occasionally think, "Is this
it? Is this
the rest of my life?" But then, something strange happens -- every so often, the other person does something
really fantastic, something that reminds you exactly
why you got hitched in the first place, and why you settled on this individual as your soul mate. And suddenly, everything is well with the world, or at least until it's soup night again.
The point of this long-winded comparison being: as a gamer in the UK, that pretty much sums up my relationship with Nintendo. For years now, PAL region gamers have often been treated fairly shabbily by Nintendo. I'll freely admit it doesn't take much too rile us -- we hardcore types are
notoriously tough to please -- though Nintendo doesn't always help itself. Its insistence that we receive games or hardware
late, or
not at all, or
borked ... well it's just plain infuriating is what it is. The
prices, as well, leave a lot to be desired. And
totally rad free gifts? Yea, forget about those.