OK I painted something. If you can even call this a painting...
Basically what it is, and this truly is my earliest fondest FPS memory, is when I first played an FPS over a LAN or any kind of multi system set up for that matter. Well it was that gem of a classic Duke Nukem 3D. So me and my best mate (who didn't really play games by the way) jumped into the first level of the game which if anybody has played the game can remember, has the cinema and other shit.
So I started off on the roof and we had a laugh shouting at each other through the wall that we were going to fuck each other up. So I leapt down off of the roof and started scowering the streets for the dickhole. I decided that he must be hiding in the cinema cause unless he was behind the dumpster then he must be.
So I burst into the cinema in spectacular fashion. And by this I mean I ran through the back door and started jumping up and down on the rows of seats. Then I spotted it, something moving up in the projector room! I bolt through the doors at the rear and out into the concessions stand. I span wildly on the spot then suddenly he tries to leap on me like that pig in Predator that gets stabbed to death.
Like that pig though my mate can't fight worth a shit. He tries to shoot me with the pistol but just ultimately isn't any good. So I chased him into the toilet and I proceeded to kick him to death. It still stands as my most treasured gaming memory. Hearing my mate shouting obscenities as I smashed my leg into his face until he was no more than a quivering heap is one that brings warm fuzzy feelings to my tummy even to this day.
