Real-live stories:
>: Back in the days when I was a student lab aide, we occasionally had
>: all-night Doom2 deathmatches. I remember once looking out the front
>: window of the bus I was getting on to go home (the next morning) and
>: thinking, "Wow, the display on this thing is really clear."
>
>After a recent 10 hour stint of Quake2 (action mod), I find myself
>searching for snipers on rooftops. Best remember not to carry my letter
>opener, or I thought throw it at some rooftop worker.
Two friends of mine reported having played cooperative Doom[1] on some
fiendishly difficult level for six or seven hours. They finally
cleared it and went home. The building they both lived in had two
entrances, and as they got close, they turned to each other and said
"I'll go through this door, you take the other one, and we'll meet in
the middle."
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