W:ET, Doom, Quake...
I remember them fondly as sources of eternal frustration as I couldn't play worth shit & got my ass handed to me every single time. From folks shoving me off rooftops, driving over me with tanks, shooting me repeatedly as I stepped out of the respawn points & returned from "ghost mode", asking me to disarm a landmine that they had boobytrapped with a second landmine such that I would get turned into chunky salsa in a shower of my own internal organs... And those were the folks trying to teach me how to play! The actual opponents weren't nearly that kind. *Happy sigh*
I'd play them now for the fond (sado masochistic) memories of JUST how badly I could play, I'd probably suck LESS now that I'm totally blind & would simply stand still, spin in circles, & fire until the ammo runs out.
"LOOK OUT! The blind guy's got a spoon! Run away! RUN AWAY!"
*Dies in happy laughter*
Biting the hand that feeds IT
