1995, Age 13
The first PC first-person-shooter I ever played, I'm not even sure how I obtained it…I think my dad brought it home from work, where one of his employees lent it to him, because he thought I might enjoy it (I love my parents).
This was a whole new perspective on video games for me (wah wah waaah), and I was very easily immersed in the world. It got to the point where I would creep nervously up to a corner, then physically lean out of my chair, attempting to physically peer around the on-screen bend.
I usually caught myself and felt rather silly and embarrased, but Doom set up enough stressful surprises that it had me well trained in caution.
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