The game that first scared me like stated earlier isn’t that original (Resident Evil 2) but the “cool story bro” story behind it is.

First I need to tell you about the layout of where I live. I live in the middle of nowhere, at the time (1998) my closest neighbor was about half a mile away. My house is centered on about a five acre plot surrounded by thick woods. Off to the side of the house about a hundred yards away is a fairly large old garage/tool shed that sits by the woods.

Well, in the summer of 98 my house burned down, luckily the house was empty of people and most of my video games at the time. Long story short(er) I ended up staying in the old shed for a few days alone.

So I’m 13 in an old rundown shed (think, the house in Fight Club and you’ll have a pretty accurate depiction of this place) in the middle of nowhere all alone with nothing to do but play video games. I had already beaten RE2 once and I was on my first B scenario at the time, all was good till Mr. X (T-103) showed up. The first time he busted in the wall (cool-aid man style) I had to stop playing. His Michael Myers appearance and attitude mixed with the above conditions scared the shit out of me. I don’t think I slept at all that night.