It all started with the PlayStation. Oh, how I loved this damn machine! It's like nothing else mattered. All I wanted to hear when I came from school was "chicken"; signifying that I had picked up a familiar item in a mysterious location as I played (very badly) Tekken 3. I would often play with the neighbor kids as soon as we were finished our homework. I enjoyed the challenge of pressing buttons that I didn't know the function of. Mashing widely until K.O appeared on the screen. Even until my friend was red-faced and rage quit. Good times, until the game paused midway. Seemingly out of nowhere, the game would stop and laugh at our inability to continue. This single moment is where I had my "Oh Hell Naw!" moment. I was determined to get that game working. My reputation as Tekken King was at stake. I had kids owing me lunch over these games, and tomorrow was a favorite, potato bread PB&J with apple jelly! I wasn't about to let this slide. At that ...