Rage!
Between the ages of ten and sixteen (many years before a Touring caravan insurance quote was the highlight of my day), pretty much the only thing I did (besides annoy my sister) was play computer games and eat too much food and annoy my parents. Every day after school, me and my brother hanging out trying to beat each others scores, that was the best part of growing up. The tragedy was that I was the older brother, yet I was never able to beat my brother’s scores. It was a tragedy which I remember eclipsing most of my childhood. It seemed extremely serious at the time, no joke! (With hind-sight it seems just as serious.)
Different games brought different rage. If my brother beat me at a role-playing game, for example, I would be quite angry, but that was nothing compared to the all-dominating Hulk-like anger that erupted out of me when I lost to him at a fighting game. I remember one particularly serious incident following him beating me with Ryu at Streets Of Rage. The entire street knew about it. The argument eventually turned in to a fight, with both neighbours complaining that they thought something terrible was going on in our house. Which it was, of course. More terrible than their old-fashioned minds could ever imagine–
We never did resolve that conflict. To this day my brother still believes that he beat me fair and square. Though that may be the case, my pride won’t let me admit that he was right.
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