1991, Age 9
Ugh, this game. I blame all my anxiety problems on this game. My brother and I would get SO STRESSED OUT playing this. I mean, you could even tell when the stupid thing was going to pop, because it slowed down, but that made the anticipation even worse! UGH! And yet...for some reason...we kept playing it. Perhaps there is some joy in being startled out of your mind? I suppose it goes back to surprises, even bad ones, lighting up pleasure centers in your brain.
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