Cracked up when doom 2 first came out, my younger bro was so excited, camped out to get it the whole deal.
He was a fanboy over it in every way—in a manly man, gamer person kind of way though, right? Right?
So he gets it home, gets it installed, it’s the dead of night, all the lights out except his monitor right?
The opening screen came up and the music started and he said it was like the epitome of heaven and the pits of hell came out of his computer, and the music was just “ahhhhhh!”
……and then it crashed his whole system.
*room goes dark, ambient, painfully slow sounds of system shutting down, then utter silence, heavy silence. A “the universe has murdered my computer and what the hell am I supposed to do now” kind of silence*
It murdered his computer’s face.
The look on his face was just the height of happy to “you shot my puppy” in .02 seconds.
He had to build a whole new computer to run it.
It was a mutual but silent understanding for everyone involved that we would never speak of the “computer assassination incident” ever again.
I fear for my life.