repisanintendo:

Una de los aspectos más atractivos que poseen los juegos de Famicom, son su inmensa variedad de colores, en comparación con los grises cartuchos de NES que nosotros conocimos.

En su afán de disfrazar la apariencia “infantil” que poseía la Famicom, los productores norteamericanos de Nintendo que se encargaron de planear la inmersión de la consola en el mercado occidental, no encontraron nada mejor que darle a esta una apariencia más robusta y cuadrada, tratando de asemejarla a un equipo VHS, y de este modo, los vendedores de las casas comerciales podían vender la consola sin temor de ser rechazada por el estigma provocado por el gran “crash” de los video-juegos de 1983. Esta y otras razones mas que tienen que reducciones de costos de producción, marcaron la brecha de diferencias entre ambas consolas.

De ningún modo estoy criticando a nuestra querida NES, pero ciertamente los carts de colores son indiscutiblemente más atractivos y coloridos, ¿no les parece?

Estas hermosas fotografías corresponden a la increíble colección de senseiman, propietario de Famicomblog.

Otros posts de Famicom

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eyes on the prize

That’s the motto from now on

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only mortals think the portal to the soul is through money

but the key to the keyhole is oh so deceitful

we try to open the door with cash clothes and whores

then we grow bored, and try to get more

but with the heart of a lion we can stop all the cryin

not just talkin just boys an girls, but old men who are dyin

and sadly the casualties grow more rapidly  

we’re so far from the beginning, it could end so badly

i shoot for the stars but they told me they were crowded

so i went back to earth where sky becomes clouded 

cause the tears from all the humans are being gathered to the atmosphere  

an being here is the one thing that still fills me up with fear

im nervous, but the surface you can never really notice

i’ve got the body of a man but the spirit of a poet

the flow of a rapper, but the mind of a master 

winded like a hurricane, similar to a disaster 

born a bastard, but yet ill die among the kings

kinda like a mammal, but i got something in my genes

man kind is so harsh, aliens are probably nicer

tryin to find a way to mars, if only i could get higher

they say you can’t buy a man, but yet they still sell out

and everyone wants to be an angle, well you can get the hell out

cause sinners are always winners

to say you never did youre just as bad as a killer

cant wait to get to my planet , ill fly my rocket and land it

homosapieans are outrageous, cant write things on the pages

good thing im a writer

my art work is on a flyer

you can move mountains, but im still a climber

more than a man, less than a god

321, see ya, so long

while some of us are griveing 

others are theiving

stealing evrything away from those overachivieng

they re the ones living life

no time to stop and wallow

acknowlaging them being happy is a hard pill to swallow

so those who are grivieng and feelin real sad

your making the ones who are happy real glad

cause your not going out in the world, not getting in there way

your at home in bed, like a bad soufflé

get out from the sheets and out of your room

you can be happy like others, swept away like a broom