RE1
1996. I am coming back from high school an my friend, S.K., handed over his copy of RE1. I am home, it is a rainy, cold depressing day. Perfect for horror media.
I pop up this mother****er in my PS1. And here it is, I am hooked.
Rain hits my window, it is cold outside, I am 16 or 17. Very foggy, probably October or November.
My sis is in her room playing with Barbie dolls. I am in my room, under the dark gray skies, playing RE1. The dark woods behind my house are sinister.
I should be practicing my mathematics. Should be training for my exams. Yet I am here, all alone, in my dark room, playing RE1. shooting zombies.
Two hours have passed, my mother is back from work, I am still on RE1.
She asks what I<m doing. I tell her I am slaughering zombies.
Those dogs, man. Those zombie dogs.
Man, how I miss the nineties. Less technology, everything was more simple back then. There was little internet to seek tips and answers. The X-Files was the only thing talked about in high school.... Eugene Tooms, Smoking Man, the little gray men.
Y2K was upon us. Many were pooping their pants, thinking computers would crash and it<d be the apocalypse.
The 1990s were awesome on many, many levels.
I don<T expect any of you born in 2000+ with a cellphone in the hand to understand ![]()
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And here is a great, great game I,Ve played for dozen of hours:






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