He blinked. He didn’t remember writing that.
But a flicker of curiosity stopped him. He plugged the drive into his laptop. The USB port groaned, then lit up. One folder appeared. One name. ---- Pack Juegos Wii Wbfs
This drive was his masterpiece. The "Pack." Every game he’d ever loved, every hidden gem, every bizarre Japanese import that had been fan-translated. He’d curated it like a museum. He’d even made a custom label in MS Paint: a crudely drawn Mario holding a USB cable like a torch. He blinked
He didn't have a Wii anymore. But the pack was safe. every hidden gem
