![]() I’ve sold things on Trade Me before, but nothing has ever gone off like this. ![]() After a late flurry, bidding closed at $64.01. ![]() Bidding quickly exceeded the meagre reserve, then headed up and over the $50 my dad paid for it back in 1990. ![]() Others asked for my phone number to request private viewings. My phone started pinging with notifications. Within 10 minutes, the listing received dozens of views. I created an auction hoping someone would come and take the whole thing off my hands. “Does anyone want this for parts?” I wrote on Trade Me early one Sunday morning. Much of it would be usable if combined with another working set. The board itself was in excellent condition. I didn’t want to throw it all in the bin. A faded, jaded copy of the 1990s board game Hero Quest. Someone, probably my daughter, had misread the vibe and stuck cute little stickers over everything. The barbarian’s sword had long since vanished. It had travelled with me between flats and cities, tossed around in cars and cupboards, unwanted and unloved until, for a brief period, my kids found it and really set about decimating it. Thirty years on, my copy of Hero Quest was in pretty average condition. I started biting my nails again immediately. It came with six dice, quest books and figurines galore: orcs, elves, wizards, dwarves, zombies and a single dragon. I stopped biting my nails, and three months later my dad reluctantly bought me the game. The entry-level fantasy adventure game was a coveted item amongst my friends. In the early 90s, my dad set me a challenge: If I didn’t bite my fingernails for a full three months, he’d take me to Whanganui’s one and only toy store and buy me a board game. “High Adventure in a World of Magic,” boasted the tagline over a godlike figure brandishing a heavy sword. I was about to throw it all in the bin when the cover grabbed me. Finding it was like that scene when the kids find the game in Jumanji – only smellier. It had been sitting in the shed for years, accumulating layers of dust and a sprinkling of mouse poo. Desperate offers, private DMs and a last-minute bidding war – why did so many people want this beat-up board game? ![]()
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