I'm replaying Red Dead Redemption right now. One of the best moments in the game I think is pretty early, when you're first given a lasso and are asked to assist the MacFarlane ranchers to bring in some new horses. At the end of this segment, you encounter a particularly fine steed. If you manage to tame it, then you're allowed to keep it.
John meets a trusted companion
Now, on my first playthrough, I grew attached to this horse. I named it Thumper and avoided fast-travel altogether because it just felt special. Thumper went to Mexico with me, and then traveled back. Upon re-arriving in America, I decided to stop by Fort Mercer and reminisce. I stopped for a moment, thought about the great battle that happened and the events that forced me to go to Mexico. And then, in that moment...a god damn cougar came and insta-killed Thumper.
Needless to say, I was furious. I equipped a revolver and unloaded on the cougar. And then I went to skin the animal. But in my fury I neglected to be sure that I was in fact skinning the murderous feline and not my fallen steed who laid next to the cougar. I pressed "Y", and then watched in horror as John removed the hide from Thumper and made some asinine comment about the smell. It was like watching Patrick Bateman at work. What is wrong with you, John!? What has this tragedy made you become??
*Hack, Hack* Beating a dead horse? Skinning and chopping is so much better!
And that, my friends, was one of the most devastating moments in my life as a gamer. There wasn't enough Moonshine in Armadillo that day to drown out the sorrow.
Talking about it helps. So share your stories, or perhaps your theories. What have you become as attached to in games as I was to Thumper? Why do we form these attachments? How do you react when they are lost?

John meets a trusted companion
Now, on my first playthrough, I grew attached to this horse. I named it Thumper and avoided fast-travel altogether because it just felt special. Thumper went to Mexico with me, and then traveled back. Upon re-arriving in America, I decided to stop by Fort Mercer and reminisce. I stopped for a moment, thought about the great battle that happened and the events that forced me to go to Mexico. And then, in that moment...a god damn cougar came and insta-killed Thumper.
Needless to say, I was furious. I equipped a revolver and unloaded on the cougar. And then I went to skin the animal. But in my fury I neglected to be sure that I was in fact skinning the murderous feline and not my fallen steed who laid next to the cougar. I pressed "Y", and then watched in horror as John removed the hide from Thumper and made some asinine comment about the smell. It was like watching Patrick Bateman at work. What is wrong with you, John!? What has this tragedy made you become??

*Hack, Hack* Beating a dead horse? Skinning and chopping is so much better!
And that, my friends, was one of the most devastating moments in my life as a gamer. There wasn't enough Moonshine in Armadillo that day to drown out the sorrow.
Talking about it helps. So share your stories, or perhaps your theories. What have you become as attached to in games as I was to Thumper? Why do we form these attachments? How do you react when they are lost?