It all began with Konata Izumi combing through the cluttered aisles of a hobby junk store in search of unappreciated collector's items, and generally anything that could be operated via a joystick or series of coordinated button presses. To her, this was the normal thing to be doing on a Saturday.
So far she had nabbed an Ultraman action figure, a tattered poster from the original theatrical run of Godzilla indelicately held together by two rubber bands, and a Gameboy with Honō no Tōkyūji: Dodge Danpei in the cartridge slot, but still the blue-haired bargain hunter's hunger for one man's trash was unfulfilled!
"Let's see what fortune will bring to me this time." She said aloud before dipping her hand into a crate filled with kinky telephone cords. After rummaging a bit she fishes out a partially defaced cart of Pokemon Green. It goes without saying that this find was a million times more impressive than Dodge Danpei.
When at that point she thought she finally struck gold, an object that put even the classic game of training notoriously deformed monster sprites for battle to shame revealed itself to her. Irreverently tucked away on a shelf that also held a scattered pile of Doraemon print socks and a copy of the obscure 1986 pink horror film Entrails of a Virgin was a real-deal, no-doubt-about-it Super Famicom, without a scratch or nick anywhere alonng its sleek and innovative curved design.
How is it that no one has bought this beauty already? She wondered as she went to inquire about it with the old lady at the checkout counter. Said lady denied any knowledge of the Super Famicom being among the items offered at the humble establishment, but was nonetheless willing to part with it for less than the Ultraman figure.
A ten minute walk home and a measly six hundred yen later for everything, Konata is hooking the Super Famicom up in the living room while talking on the phone with Kagami, whom she quickly called to brag to about her big purchase.
"I don't get it. Why would you play that when you already have a Playstation and a 3DS?" Kagami asks, not allowing her clear lack of knowledge in a subject get in the way of her forming strong opinions about it, which would of course represent losing to Konata, whom she suspected just called to get under her skin like usual.
"Aren't new games automatically better?"
"We're talking about a Super Famicom here, you know. Some of these games are actually still fun. I guess it's just like trying different flavors of curry - a little variety is good every now and then to keep things interesting."
Kagami scowls. "Leave it to you to come up with a weird metaphor that involves food." And so off-the-wall that I have no idea how to respond.
"What's a metaphor again? Some kind of fruit?"
Yeah, that's what I mean.
The gamer girl sifts through the generous selection of SFC titles arranged alphabetically in the glass cabinet next to the gamer's wet dream of a wide screen television. "My dad has so many in his collection that I can't even decide which one I'll play first." She says while glancing at Donald Duck Mahou no Boushi which was one game she had absolutely no intention of letting poison the sanctity of the new Super. "It's been a while."
"Whenever I can't decide on something I go do something else until I can figure it out." Kagami suggests. "Like, you could be doing your own homework instead of copying someone's for a change."
"Or how about I just pick one randomly?" So by way of a blind draw F-1 Grand Prix was chosen, and as the lively start-up music commenced, something happened in the blink of an eye that caused Konata to simply vanish with Kagami still connected on the line.
"You're way too into games. Konata? Hello? Are you just going to ignore me now? Whatever."
She hangs up, having no idea of the kind of danger her friend has found herself in.