@Dazzag
"Remember the mist?"
Oh yes. The mist. ::eyes glaze over as he gets nostalgic::
Do you remember how massive the levels were too? I could never get past the second level because it was so huge I'd get lost and eventually just give up. I was lucky to get past the first one but that was because it was the shortest of the eight or so levels that were in that game.
"And the chucking a granade around a corner (ala Quake), knowing there is a monster there, then running around to get the convenient "beaming in" effort of the monster."
Don't remember doing that, though I did have the invincibilty cheat on a lot so I don't remember caring about tactics or, for that matter, my health.
"just run in and shoot."
I remember doing a lot of that though.
"Nice Dinos though."
Excellent Dinos. I still remember the first time I saw a raptor in that game.
It was the start of level two and all I had was a pistol in hand. I took a few steps forward toward the omnipresent mist. I could see what looked like a series of black pillars side by side marching into the mist. Was this the entrance to a temple? I advance a little further just coming even with the first pair of pillars when he appears.
Out of the mist comes a raptor. Tall as me and with a light brown skin he advances...straight toward me. He's quite a distance from me so thinking I have this one in the bag I pop a few rounds off at him. He keeps coming. Slightly worried, I start back peddling. He continues to advance, moving faster than me getting closer and closer.
I continue firing. By now, I'm sure that I'm hitting him. I have my cross hair cleanly leveled on him. He keeps coming. I start to sweat a little and I mutter under my breath, "drop you sucker drop." I keep muttering louder and louder as my phrase starts to turn into a desperate mantra, a plea that my wish will turn into reality. He keeps coming.
I'm running out of space to back peddle. I keep firing, frantically now never letting up on the trigger. Some of my shots go wild, but I can't tell. All I can see is the shape of his big ugly head. And that grin. That terrible ugly grin. I feel strange in the pit of my stomach. A feeling that I'm not accustomed to. What was it? Fear? My back hits a stone wall and I stop retreating. Yes, Fear.
With nowhere left to run, my last hope is this pitiful piece of metal in my hand. For a moment, I remember its power. No other animal in the world has the range or the force that this thing is capable of delivering. Then I look up, and realize it may as well be a water gun cause, baby, we ain't in Kansas anymore.
The raptor is almost on top of me. I can imagine his foul decaying breath wafting over me. I think to myself, what the hell, I've got nothing to lose. I move my crosshair right over his head. If I'm going die, he sure as hell ain't gonna walk away from this without a nasty headache. I pull the trigger. Once. Twice. He rears up, reading to attack me. Thrice.
He drops.
I exhale. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath. I look down surveying my handy work. His corpse is but inches away from. I get this sudden rush of relief and pride as I watch him fade away into nothing.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the can of Whoopass has been dealt.
I simile creases across my face and I look up, ready to leave. It was at that moment that I realized that...
he had a friend...
