>>3431241
For me, I played Doom back in 1993 on an 8 inch CRT in the middle of the hardest drought in decades. We all had to work together to preserve as much water as possible because not only was there no water, it was blisteringly hot as well. The local government had water restriction laws in place as well as curfews so that kids couldn't go off and waste water or something. I had a strict mom, and no dad. She said I met him once, but I couldn't tell you when. I asked her if I could have a glass of water one day, and she said to me "If you're so thirsty, stop going outside. The heat will just make the water leave your body." and the way she said it, just the tone of her voice, set me off. I told her to go fuck herself because I wanted to go outside and play and have a glass of water, like anyone else. So she got up and stomped over to me, grabbed me by my arm, and yanked me into the bathroom. "Fine, let's make sure you don't lose water ever again." She reached into the cabinet and pulled out an old, crusty tub of vaseline and smeared it on my face and hands. The smell was revolting, which is still surprising to this day because it shouldn't smell. I don't want to know why it smelled rotten. I vomited then and there and it got on her shoes, which only made this worse. She took a handful of the rank vaseline and put it in my mouth. I gagged and coughed when it slipped back down my throat. She pushed me onto the floor and left while I tried to scrape my mouth clean. That night I couldn't sleep. Instead, I sat down in the living room, turned on the computer, and tried to play Doom. When I got to the zombie by the armor and I fired that first shot, the aliased gunshot hit the room like a small lawnmower. My hand must have slipped on the volume, I never keep it that high, but it didn't matter. My mom was awake.