I'm still pretty much a Segafan, no not pretty much, still am.
Those numbers in isolation is kind of a weird metric of success, it excludes the two other big regions and we have no idea what kind of budgets DC games were made on. Also was the hardware side profitable for them? I always figured the hardware side is what killed SEGA (assumed they went razorblade). I was way too young to be into the sales side then. I own(ed) 4 dreamcasts, 2 Saturns, 4/5 Mega Drives, 1 Sega CD, 1 32 X, 1 Master System and 1 Game Gear so I was pretty far gone up until it came crashing down
If I recall correctly, the Japan launch had all kinds of problems and then it kind of limped along. I don't know how it went for Europe and Australia but I doubt it did gangbusters. The US sales in that thread are a decent window to how the Dreamcast really did. With those software sales, I found it surprising that third parties cared to make an effort at all. Funny but at the time, we were all pissed that EA, Konami, Square, and Enix weren't putting anything out for the system.
Do you guys know if there's a list like that for GBA games?
I can't find one but search for posts made by bunkum. Here's a thread to get started:
http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=59291On the second page on, you will find some LTDs that may answer your question. There are a few posts cheering that PSP software sales LTD beat out the DS. Little did they know...
The glory days of Sales Age :'(
Edit: This thread is a pretty good read:
http://www.goodcowfilms.com/farm/basement/ga-archive/ga-forum-quotes-12-11-2003.htmIt has the Kinesis magazine rack as well as this. I think Drinky Crow wrote this around the age that I am now. I guess I will never be clever on the internets :'(
I picture everyone on here (dudes and dudettes alike) as the same babyfat, pasty-faced thirteen-year-olds, tears of petulant rage streaming down their chubby cheeks whenever anyone makes fun of Nintendo, anime, or Sega Sports.
Well, except Tazz, who I prefer to think of as a crochety old grandmother holed up in some musty corner, her rocking chair creaking and knitting needles clacking. Occasionally, she'll get some kind of Tourette's fit going and hurl cats at all the surly children.
I see myself as a sort of the 50's Ward Cleaver dad of this forum, back from work at the office, my smoker's pipe at a jaunty, Church-of-the-Subgenius angle between my teeth as I mug ingratiatingly to the studio audience. I try to sit down and have a nice page through the paper, but one of the brats starts squalling so I hafta beat him but good somewhere off camera. Then it's back to the fake smiles and canned punchlines that everyone loves so much