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  Resident Evil 4 – Chainsaw Controller (PS2, 2005)

  €85

  This was never meant to be held. It was meant to be feared. Modeled after the Executioner’s weapon in Resident Evil 4, this controller is less an accessory and more a blood-soaked artifact. Its jagged shape rests awkwardly in the hands — a brutal mismatch for human ergonomics, but a perfect fit for obsession. The plastic sheen is dulled by time and dust, but the chain-like teeth still gleam under harsh light. Shake it, and something deep inside growls. It's functional, but using it feels like performing a forbidden rite. No box. No warranty. No turning back.

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  Shadowgate (NES, 1989)

  €34

  This isn’t a game. It’s a locked tomb, a labyrinth sealed with text prompts and cruel riddles. Shadowgate was never meant for children — it punishes curiosity and buries the impatient. The cartridge shows its age: a faded label, a slight rattle when shaken, as if something loose hides inside. Yet when slotted in, the game boots with an almost ceremonial dread. The music alone is enough to conjure a chill. Every death, every wrong step, feels like an offering. You don’t beat Shadowgate. You survive it.

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  PSM Magazine Issue #1 – “Before the Flood” (1997)

  €29

  Before the hype, before the demos filled shelves and discs came standard — there was this. The genesis. A raw, unfiltered transmission from the early days of PlayStation mythology. PSM Issue #1 arrived like a signal from a parallel world where games were dark, experimental, and whispered about, not advertised. The cover is torn at the edges, the paper slightly yellowed, and there's a faint ring from where a soda can once rested — but it only adds to the authenticity. Inside, the writing is fevered, almost conspiratorial. Previews read like manifestos. The demo disc, still present, still spinning, holds echoes of games that would one day become legends. This isn't just an issue. It's scripture.

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  Parasite Eve (PlayStation, 1998)

  €44

  This disc sweats. Even sealed in its case, there’s a tension in the air, like holding something still warm from a failed experiment. Parasite Eve wasn’t just a horror RPG — it was biological guilt rendered in pixels and strings. You step into mitochondria dreams, opera house infernos, and back alley surgeries, and the game never really lets go. The jewel case is intact but fogged, the manual warped slightly at the spine, like it absorbed something. Boot it up, and the intro still feels like a warning. Not everyone who starts Parasite Eve finishes it. Not because they can't. Because they won't.

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  Warhammer Quest: Catacombs of Terror (Board Game, 1995)

  €72

  From an era when board games came with actual weight — this one feels like a coffin. Catacombs of Terror is Warhammer at its most baroque: gothic fonts, necromancer miniatures, event cards that read like scripture. The box lid is worn and soft at the edges, one of the corner seams held by old tape. Inside, the map tiles smell faintly of damp wood, and the figurines are still painted in the trembling hand of some 90s teen. A few dice have gone missing — replaced with older ones from another game, as if the Catacombs pulled them in.

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  Vagrant Story (PlayStation, 2000)

  €55

  This game is a dark jewel, hidden in the dusty vaults of forgotten RPGs. The case is minimalistic, the disc almost pristine — as if it was never fully played, only handled reverently. Vagrant Story’s world is a labyrinth of shattered memories and twisted shadows, where every spell feels like a secret ritual. The story is dense, thick with political intrigue and ancient curses, demanding patience and attention. It’s not a game you rush through. It’s a game you live inside, slowly unraveling its mysteries piece by piece.

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