When I was younger, probably around 9 years old, I was playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. It took me weeks to get through, did not use any sort of guide/FAQ or anything, it was feeling great. I finally unlock Ganon's Castle, getting that awesome light bridge up to the entrance. But it was right at my bed time, so, I save, and get ready for tomorrow to be fucking epic when I finally defeat that evil bastard. All day at school I was thinking about it, wondering what would be inside, just generally getting super pumped. I straight up run home, burst through the door, and see my little brother playing the game. All good, I tell him what I am going to do today(kick Ganon's ass), and he also gets excited and lets me play. So far, great. I reset the game, get to the main menu....My save is gone. My little brother had made a new game over my save. I lost my shit, I was so angry, did the whole "YOU CAN NEVER PLAY MY GAMES AGAIN" thing, screamed, tried to explain to my parents why I was so upset, but of course they did not get it all. Just kept saying "Why don't you just do it again?" But that was not the point! I totally dropped the game for a few years, eventually did beat it, but I always had that bittersweet feeling. This has led to me being paranoid about saves, ever since then I always use at least 2 save slots, usually more.
Do you guys have any terrible video game memories like this? I don't really mean just a bad video game that you played, more of a terrible memory associated with a game. Of course, it COULD also be a bad game, just not only because it is a bad game. Looking forward to hearing your sad stories!