Funny story. I can remember a time, just before the December holidays of 1993. Going to the only computer shop in the highway area, can't remember the name but it was in the bottom floor of Sanlam Centre (now known as Pinecrest Centre).
I purchased Mortal Kombat (the original, mit blood) for R180. It came on 4 x 3.5" stiffies (for the youngens, these were not an erections, but magnetic discs concealed in a plastic shells with a metallic sheath over the read area). I went halvies with a mate as at the time, R180 would fill your tank up possibly three or four times over. We installed the game on his system, walked up to my house and found the disks had somehow become corrupted on the way, this of course led up to a breaking point of the friendship and many nights of wondering how cool it was exactly to rip your opponent's spine from his body.
Looking back on it now, as I type this, the various background tasks of my broadband connection chew up umpteen amounts more than those historic forms of portable media, I'm reminded that childhood friendships are very fickle and look so futile in the crunch on of technology's progression.