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A couple of weeks before Mass Effect 3 was released here in the UK, I decided to play through the entire Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2 in preparation. It came to the day before ME3 release and all I had to do was the Collector's Base at the end of ME2. I must have only spent an hour or so on it, but I got really engrossed in it. When I finally finished it and the credits were rolling, I looked at my phone and saw 13 missed calls from my brother.
It turns out his wife had gone into labour and he had been calling me, so that I could drive them to the hospital, as per our agreement a week or so before. In the end, he'd given up and called a taxi. I felt so bad that I paid them for the taxi fair, and also took them out to dinner once they were comfortable enough to leave the baby at my parent's for an evening.
At the dinner, when we were finally alone together for the first time since the incident, he asked what I'd been doing that had gotten me so engrossed that I missed all 13 calls. So I loaned him Mass Effect and he's now as addicted as me...I don't think my sister-in-law is very happy with me at the moment. But oh well. Brotherly bonding FTW.
So, I come from a lower than middle class family, which can be straining when you're a gamer, especially in Brazil, where game consoles can cost an arm and a leg. My parents, especially my father, are unbelievably cheap, so in one of his legendary "agreements" he proposed that, if I managed to enter this super fancy scholarship only elite full-time high school, he would finally grant me the unbelievable boon of a Playstation 2. This was in Sep. '06, slightly before the PS3 came out.
So in an unprecedented event I worked hard and got accepted to that school, forcing him to spend US$300 on a second hand PS2... which he actually played more than me. The elite school was extremely demanding, and in the end he was the one playing until late at night with his friends, while I complained and asked them to keep it low because I had to wake up early in the morning to go to school.
I was about 11 when we finished building our house and celebrated with our family. My 17-year old cousin was suckered into playing GoldenEye with me and my 6-year old sister. Unfortunately for him, I played the game constantly and my sister had played against me so much that she had gotten pretty good in her own right. My poor cousin was incessantly slaughtered in match after match, and he grew increasingly more frustrated as he was torn to pieces by two children whose combined ages barely reached his own. Eventually, I sat back and let my sister not only beat him on her own, but beat him while simultaneously giving him instructions on how to do better (e.g. "Don't open that door, Seth, I'm behind it!")
Around lunch-time, we realized that my cousin was nowhere to be found. After a little searching, we found him in my room with the door shut, practicing in single player while everyone else ate lunch so that he could defeat my little sister when we came back in to play.
He never won a single match against her. I have rarely been more proud of my little sister.