Many years ago when I was still in primary school, I met a boy called Peter. No, his second name was not Molyneux, and no, I did not fall deeply in love with this boy, and no, he wasn't acne-ridden. We became friends, I visited his house (which was kickass huge, by the way, and to this day I remain jealous). And then I saw his brother playing Black & White on his computer. I asked to have a go, he said no, but he let me watch for a while.
I did fall deeply in love with the game.
My dad bought it for me.
My life ceased to be anything but computer games. Forever. The end.
No, seriously, I remember Black & White as being the turning point that made me get obsessed with computers. I spend my whole life on my laptop now. *insert disturbingly happy face here*
My only regret?
When I first started playing, the entire online part was still up and running. And thriving. And being awesome. And in its prime.
I didn't play online because I was only a little kiddiekin, and I sucked at online play in everything (and still do). Back then I wasn't willing to be at all sporting.
Now that I'm older, I'm fine with losing because I've proved to suck at all competitive play in every game ever made but somehow manage to excel in single-player everywhere at the same time. But the original servers are down, and I can't be arsed to work out the player-hosted mumbo jumbo and I'm not sure if they're even still up any more either.
Anyhow, story of my life.