Jumpin on 07 May 2025
I believe it was New Years break between 1998 and 1999. Multiplayer Goldeneye 007 back in the N64 era in a cabin in the wilderness. More than 24 hours, thousands and thousands of kills.
Every time we attempted to sleep, it was just fucked up dreams of green outlines and shooting each other. That same session the night before, just before we got into the GE007, we played Resident Evil 1 and 2 back to back.
Now that I think about it, it might have been that nightmarish few days following that unhealthy session that killed any love I had for the FPS genre :D
I describe myself as a little dose of toxic masculinity.
