It was a cold and dark December 25th. I awoke bleary eyed at 7am with my heart pounding. I knew what was in store in the lounge below me. Quickly dismounting my bed and awakening my parents we descended into the treasure trove. In mere minutes I had unwrapped my gifts. Plenty of shiny new stuff to keep me entertained for the year. Only one final present remained. I inspected it, puzzled. It was the shape of a game case. My mind raced at the possibilities! I quickly unwrapped the paper and staring back at me was a darkly clothed man with sunglasses draped infront of a dark dystopian city. 'Deus Ex' read the title.
'What the hell is this? God damn I hate it when my parents buy video games' I thought;
'Wow this looks cool! Thank you!' I say in a grateful yet disappointed tone
This story starts again in February. The gifts that I was so excited about only a few months prior now mostly lay abandoned and unloved. I sat in my room surfing the internet on my 56k dial up connection. I decided to raid my game collection for something to alleviate the boredom. I brushed aside a copy of Zelda: Ocarina of Time to be greeted by the dark man and the dystopian world. Bored enough to try anything, I installed the game and prepared for the mediocrity.
That was my story, of how I came to be the owner of Deus Ex. I've been in love with this game ever since that first time I played it all those years ago. Sorry for the crappy narrative. Feel free to share your stories in an overly dramatic fashion
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