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Some of us here at theBBPS have several full VMUs worth of sentiment for the Dreamcast. While a few of us remember the simple things, like the Dreamcast's 9/9/99 launch, others have memories of relationship drama and bitter deceit. Take a stroll down the 128-bit memory lane with us - hit the link.
Dan Z: I was there at midnight, beyond excited about the system since I was always a Sega fanboy. Hell, I bought the Saturn on day one. Anyways what I remember most is playing Soul Calibur and being absolutely blown away at the fact that the characters had individually rendered fingers, instead of just a block representing the full hand. That system had so many great games it's still upsetting that it wasn't more successful. Though I suppose I know deep down that as awesome as Chu Chu Rocket was it doesn't exactly have mass market appeal. I still have it hooked up to my television, though admittedly I haven't turned in on in quite some time. I think I may need to change that!
Mark P: I can actually remember having my very first online console gaming experience with Quake III Arena. Remember? The DC had a 56K modem or something like that. I also had the mouse and keyboard combo, which meant I totally owned people with only the controller. As a matter of fact, I remember a text message popping up from a competitor: "Somebody's got the mouse and keyboard here..." Classic.
Daniel L: It's a well known fact that the Dreamcast could play backups and homebrew natively. That being said, my Sega Genesis emulator disc found a lot of playtime on my DC due to one game, RISK. For what seemed like one whole summer a few years ago, every night was spent with either MVC2, or RISK, and a bunch of friends from the restaurant I worked at. One day, my roommate and a pal and I get off of our lunch shifts early and come home to play RISK. Midway through what's shaping up to be an epic game, my now exgirlfriend comes over. Not wanting to watch a bunch of dudes start at a world map, she goes to my room to use my computer until we're done. It took us at least another hour or so. We kept building up epic armies, but only in one spot. The three of us were too afraid to attack the other, knowing if our one big country went down, our whole army would. The army count got up into the hundreds until my friend Vince finally drew the line and attacked. It was without a doubt the BEST game of RISK ever. So so so epic. And long story short, the girlfriend was mad I spent so much time on it and left. This eventually lead to one of our many breakups, and thus was born the story of "Yes, I broke up with my girlfriend over my Dreamcast."
Marissa M: My Dreamcast story is not as good as Daniel's, but nevertheless, here goes. It was Christmas 1999, and I wanted a Dreamcast BAD. No one got me the 3DO I wanted when I was super-tiny, so I was expecting payout this time around. Every Christmas Eve my extended family got together and exchanged presents, leaving only small presents from Santa for Christmas morning. Imagine my surprise when the presents were brought out: there was a Dreamcast underneath the tree! As I began to roll around on the floor in glee, it was quickly explained to me that the Dreamcast was for my cousins, not me. How? They were so bad at video games and so dumb. One of them even had a Klingon-to-English translations poster in his room. Whatever. I got my revenge by locking myself in the laundry room for two hours. But then I came out when The Grinch came on TV. I watched it, but I still wouldn't talk to anyone.
Marc D: I'm going to cheat, but just a little. I have two different favorite Dreamcast memories. If you've been reading this site for a while, you might remember one of them.
My friends and I went to a flea market, not expecting to find a whole lot. However, right before the place closed down, we realized that one oblivious seller had a shipping box full of rare, mint, import Dreamcast games. And in case you didn't know, those are my favorite kind. I spent less than $100, but I came home with $600 worth of shmups and fighters. I still get giddy when I think about it, and my friends and I still tell the tale to like-minded gamers. Here's the full story I wrote right after it happened [please excuse the messed up formatting that occurred when we switched servers].
My other story is less exciting, but just as memorable to me. There aren't many specific days of my life that I can vividly recall. Maybe it's all the nose-clams or maybe I just have a bad memory. But I can see 9/9/99 in my mind's eye as clearly as yesterday. I was tapping my feet at 180 beats per minute during school. I knew that by the afternoon, I'd be the proud owner of a Sega Dreamcast - my parents gave me an IOU for one on my birthday about seven months before. I got home, threw my backpack on the floor and yelled to my mom, "Let's go!" It was just so exciting to see Dreamcast games physically there in the store. I grabbed a copy of Sonic Adventure and a VMU and headed to the register. The guy handed over the console, which I had to hold in both arms, and then he threw the promotional Dreamcast t-shirt on top of the box. My mother and I got back into the car and started to drive home. But then she pulled over at the flower shop! WTF! I've been waiting forever to play this thing, and you're going to look at flowers? I read the back of Sonic Adventure over and over again as I waited in the car for her. When we finally got home my dad yelled at me to get to soccer practice. "But daaaaad," I pleaded. I didn't want to kick around a stupid ball - I wanted to play Sonic in all its 3D glory. Alas, I was forced to go to practice. But when I got home, I played the shit out of that game. The next day in school, everyone was talking about the MTV Video Music Awards and Chris Rock. I was talking about the Dreamcast and Sonic.

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