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Captain Nintendo
as featured in Nintendo Power
issues 3 and 4 (Nov. 1988 - Feb., 1989)

It was one of those sort of can't-make-up-its-mind-if-it-wants-to-be-gray-or-sunny kind of days. A day typical of Redmond, Washington; home of the headquaters for Nintendo of America, Inc. Maxwell W. Powers lumbered into Research and Development Special Projects Department with a package that had been delivered to Data Entry by mistake. Max's best friend, Brett Randalls, put his Metroid game on pause and turned his attention to Max.

"Ho, Ho, Ho," said Max. "I have a package for some little techhead who's been very good this year. It says 'Napaj Microchips. Avoid exposure to moisture and 'extreme temperatures'."

"All right!" exclaimed Brett. "We've been waiting for those."

"So where is Tara? Have you two interfaced yet?" asked Max.

"Miss Bates went out for coffee," said Brett indignantly, "and no, but I've been trying to boot up my corage files to ask her out all day."

"It's about time. You've had a huge crush on her for six months."

"Hey, what are you goldbricks doing?" called Tara as she returned.

"We're just running on idle cycles. Max dropped by those special microchips we've been expecting," replied Brett, picking up his NES Advantage and resuming his game.

"Oh, thanks Max," said Tara, setting her piping hot cup of coffee next to the package of Napajese microchips.

"You bet. Well, break time's over. Got to go," Max started towards the door.

"Um, Tara?" asked Brett as he turbo-fired missiles into Mother Brain.

"Yes, Brett?" Tara answered.

Neither of the noticed the box of microchips had begun to glow. As its glow increased, it started to hum.

"Well... uh... would you like to (*gulp*) go ou-"

Suddenly the box was beaming like a small sun and the hum swelled to a piercing whine. Tara and Brett, startled, turned towards the glow.

Max, standing frozen at the door could only manage to stare and sputted "The chips!" under his breath.

Brett said nothing but stoode transfixed by the incredibly bright object just a few feet away. He chould sense it was going to explode any second. He felt that he had only one chance to save his friends. Pushing Tara backwards, Brett lunged towards the pulsating miniature star in an attempt to absorb the explosion with his own body. Just as he reached the object, it exploded violently, driving him backward and into his Control Deck, NES Advantage and the monitor as the enchanted microchips sprayed forth like tiny darts.

Most of them embedded themselves deep into Brett's skin. Others fused with the microchips in the Metroid cartridge and the monitor.

Tara reached Brett first and knelt down to feel his pulse, but he was almost too hot to touch. And then she noted something else: his skin had a soft metallic feel to it.

"Brett! Brett! Are you alright?"

There was no answer.

"Max, what should we do?" Tara was obviously worried.

"I'll call 9-1-1," said Max and he started towards the phone.

"Unhhh. C'mon, Mom. Lemme sleep just another half hour." It was Brett. He was coming to, but holding his head "I... I feel strange. The light..."




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		Captain Nintendo as featured in Nintendo Power issues 3 and 4 (Nov. 1988 - Feb., 1989) <-- Previous Page \| Next Page --> It was one of those sort of can't-make-up-its-mind-if-it-wants-to-be-gray-or-sunny kind of days. A day typical of Redmond, Washington; home of the headquaters for Nintendo of America, Inc. Maxwell W. Powers lumbered into Research and Development Special Projects Department with a package that had been delivered to Data Entry by mistake. Max's best friend, Brett Randalls, put his Metroid game on pause and turned his attention to Max. "Ho, Ho, Ho," said Max. "I have a package for some little techhead who's been very good this year. It says 'Napaj Microchips. Avoid exposure to moisture and 'extreme temperatures'." "All right!" exclaimed Brett. "We've been waiting for those." "So where is Tara? Have you two interfaced yet?" asked Max. "Miss Bates went out for coffee," said Brett indignantly, "and no, but I've been trying to boot up my corage files to ask her out all day." "It's about time. You've had a huge crush on her for six months." "Hey, what are you goldbricks doing?" called Tara as she returned. "We're just running on idle cycles. Max dropped by those special microchips we've been expecting," replied Brett, picking up his NES Advantage and resuming his game. "Oh, thanks Max," said Tara, setting her piping hot cup of coffee next to the package of Napajese microchips. "You bet. Well, break time's over. Got to go," Max started towards the door. "Um, Tara?" asked Brett as he turbo-fired missiles into Mother Brain. "Yes, Brett?" Tara answered. Neither of the noticed the box of microchips had begun to glow. As its glow increased, it started to hum. "Well... uh... would you like to (gulp) go ou-" Suddenly the box was beaming like a small sun and the hum swelled to a piercing whine. Tara and Brett, startled, turned towards the glow. Max, standing frozen at the door could only manage to stare and sputted "The chips!" under his breath. Brett said nothing but stoode transfixed by the incredibly bright object just a few feet away. He chould sense it was going to explode any second. He felt that he had only one chance to save his friends. Pushing Tara backwards, Brett lunged towards the pulsating miniature star in an attempt to absorb the explosion with his own body. Just as he reached the object, it exploded violently, driving him backward and into his Control Deck, NES Advantage and the monitor as the enchanted microchips sprayed forth like tiny darts. Most of them embedded themselves deep into Brett's skin. Others fused with the microchips in the Metroid cartridge and the monitor. Tara reached Brett first and knelt down to feel his pulse, but he was almost too hot to touch. And then she noted something else: his skin had a soft metallic feel to it. "Brett! Brett! Are you alright?" There was no answer. "Max, what should we do?" Tara was obviously worried. "I'll call 9-1-1," said Max and he started towards the phone. "Unhhh. C'mon, Mom. Lemme sleep just another half hour." It was Brett. He was coming to, but holding his head "I... I feel strange. The light..." <-- Previous Page \| Next Page -->


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