It was 0137 EST zero hour. I was enjoying a cig or 2, quietly browsing the steam store. While my investigation of the current deals proved fruitful I came across what I thought was a jewel, While my cart was almost completely full brimming with the new binaries I managed to purchase on my mediocre salary I was cheerful and soon to be susceptible to the worst game purchase of my life. The game was operation flash-point: Dragon rising. A very cool sounding game. The screenshots spoke of its heavenly demeanor. A beautiful mix between COD BF and the squad play of the tom clancy series. At $4.99 I thought I had stumbled upon the diamond in the ruff. I bought it. As my download completed on the better then usual network speeds im used to I booted it up. Thats when it hit me. The ghost like figures on my screen, the sharp detail the thousands of pixles displaying in ultimate joy the HORRER within. My god what have I done? the tearing was improbable the texture maps looked like my sisters failed attempts at a decent lasagna. It was a sham I had been had. I tried for hours is my quiet room the sound of typing and the slow burn of a somewhat decent cigg in my mouth only ruined by the taste of stale air in my mouth as I held my breath waiting, no pining for the configuration changes to apply. The screen when dark the echos of a 256bit audio stream making my speakers scream with a loop only nascar could love. The PC had frozen. Frantically I rebooted slamming my finger on the delete key hoping it was me, hoping I had killed the beast, maybe I missed something some minute detail a mhz here a mV there. It was all stability. Foolishly like a coke whore I was convinced it would all be fine in the end. My god how foolish. For the next 2 hours the game bucked and rolled no driver on the planet could calm the monster and no amount of ciggs could change the way I felt. Then it happened. I was in. My prayers answered and my memory void of all the other games I purchased. I was high on the feeling of calming the beast. I played and I played hard. Something was nipping at my though something deep within. I had finally found it. It was all around me. 2d bitmaps. The bushes were lack luster. The mouse acceleration was all fucked up. My squad mates were about as intelligent as the rock that bullets could go through. I was being shot. no support the map was fubar. Reloading took to long for a second i was almost certain I was using a hawking. I was dying fast I saw one of the squad get shot i the knee a killer blow for sure. Except it actually killed him. This was madness I ran up to the house took down one or two men, I cant remember its all hazy. Then i was inside. I miraculously walked through a wall. The hesitation was killer, Literally I was shot given my depth perception and the tracer round which I knew I disabled Id say it went through my neck. I spawned the second time wasn't much better level 1 map 1 area 1 a bloodbath till the very end. Not one to give up I raced I strategically Placed I had more suppressive fire then the seals, but I might as well have been a beached wale I was pinned. The best I could muster was staying alive. I went for it. I made the men push I ran around taking the flank. I got them all except the twins in the small shack. frag out one ran the other didn't notice the impending doom. Target acquired. I ran after the other. blind fire has a better name. shooting with eyes closed. I was so close I sprayed bullets ahead of me I got down to about 4. I stop he swings around I take to the red dot to guide me straight and true. He shoots im hit I strafe left blood on the screen but im still moving my legs working on sheer will. I steady and take aim. I got him upper chest 2" below the neck. 10ft out ill make the shot and he will drop like a comet. The bullets whizzing by I breath in this is it. ban ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Audio loop the game crashed. I never figured out what happened that day. Everything else worked fine. The benchmarks the games the music. I never went back though. its just one of those memories. the ones you cant talk about the ones you hope you'll never remember.