When it comes to old battlewounds, three come to mind
Way back when I was just a wee lad, back in the days of yore, when dragons roamed the high seas, battling serpents, and it was socially acceptable to beat your wife on the steps of town hall, I had an Atari 7800, with Donkey Kong. If you've seen King of Kong, you know how OCD you need to be to seriously play that game. And I was. I played it day in, day out. I'd pause the bastard and come back in the morning when mum threatened to beat me with a stick if I didn't go to bed. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, however the 7800 controllers had a screw-on thumb-stick. This thing looked and felt like a glass lens on top of a stick. I didn't realise at the time, but as I used that, it was tearing away at my thumb, leaving a crescent shaped callous in its wake. Due to obsessive gaming, this was only noticed when, after sending the ape crashing down to the unforgiving floor of the construction site for the umpteenth time, the callous actually tore off and started pissing blood everywhere.
Needless to say, after I healed, I was so far out of the zone that hung my head in shame and put my Kong days behind me forever.
Then there's your classic UT Instagibs match, 32 players, racing to 200 frags. The old sex life was shattered after that one.
Finally, there was Rockband. After a hard night of drinking and plastic guitaring, I reached the pinnacle of my plastic guitar career, when I cranked it to expert and nailed every song for about 3 hours with 95%+. Unfortunately, 5 fingered, non-korean hands were never meant to move that fast and I still feel the pain from that fateful day
Way back when I was just a wee lad, back in the days of yore, when dragons roamed the high seas, battling serpents, and it was socially acceptable to beat your wife on the steps of town hall, I had an Atari 7800, with Donkey Kong. If you've seen King of Kong, you know how OCD you need to be to seriously play that game. And I was. I played it day in, day out. I'd pause the bastard and come back in the morning when mum threatened to beat me with a stick if I didn't go to bed. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, however the 7800 controllers had a screw-on thumb-stick. This thing looked and felt like a glass lens on top of a stick. I didn't realise at the time, but as I used that, it was tearing away at my thumb, leaving a crescent shaped callous in its wake. Due to obsessive gaming, this was only noticed when, after sending the ape crashing down to the unforgiving floor of the construction site for the umpteenth time, the callous actually tore off and started pissing blood everywhere.
Needless to say, after I healed, I was so far out of the zone that hung my head in shame and put my Kong days behind me forever.
Then there's your classic UT Instagibs match, 32 players, racing to 200 frags. The old sex life was shattered after that one.
Finally, there was Rockband. After a hard night of drinking and plastic guitaring, I reached the pinnacle of my plastic guitar career, when I cranked it to expert and nailed every song for about 3 hours with 95%+. Unfortunately, 5 fingered, non-korean hands were never meant to move that fast and I still feel the pain from that fateful day
