Thread:Vorknkx/@comment-24111404-20140723153426/@comment-24111404-20140723224429

Quake 1 holds a very special place in my heart. I started playing in January 2003. We moved out in March 2005 and sold the DOS, meaning I couldn't play it, as it was the DOS version. I kinda forgot about it after that. Well, in December 2013 I got it back. December 2013 was rough for me. I only had two friends at the time- Sam and Mark (I hadn't met my Japanese pal yet). Sam was my FIRST friend ever. Mark and I met in 7th grade. During this time though, Mark and I weren't doing well. Sam was kind of my only friend. I went over to Sam's because I was bored. I rang his doorbell. To summarize what happened on his doorstep, he basically told me to go away and not to come back for awhile. I felt crushed. I just sat around, sulking, feeling two feelings only: hate and sorrow. My dad came home from work for a lunch break. He noticed me and asked me what was wrong. I told him everything. Afterwards he said this: "I got Quake on Steam. You want to play that again?" My whole day brightened. I beat the game in 4 hours that very day.