We talk about the endless hours we trained for 2-on-2 Capture the Flag games and how the others complained that the two Dreamcast owners would usually band together to form a nigh-unstoppable force. We talk about snatching plasma rifles from the very hands of enemies while the computer gleefully mocked them with cries of 'denied!'. We still sit in pub gardens, making fun of the peculiar one in the group who could only use the oversized third party 'cast pad and played as a huge eyeball that plodded along on cybernetic legs. No other game in our geeky circle has ever kicked up so much nostalgic discussion. Seeing as I live outside America and fully-automatic assault rifles are not sold from vending machines, we made do with Quake III: Arena There was a time, when the working day was done, I already knew what my plans for the evening would involve there would be a desperate foot-race to reach either of the two Dreamcasts my little social circle owned, because, after a hard day of working for The Man, there was nothing more relaxing than blowing your closest chums to giblets. 'Whenever I gained the ability of flight, there was always a watered down version of the Bitterman rule that slowly evolved.

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