Halo 2 multiplayer and Final Fantasy XI.
I was a self destructive, rebellious, violent and crazy delinquent growing up. I used to gangbang and commit all kinds of crime and get arrested because I didn't care and hated myself for being gay and hated the world for being stupid, hypocritical and unjust, and because I had no purpose and couldn't find anything to care about. Then I got kicked out of my mom's house (Can't remember why but Im sure either she was verbally abusing me or telling me she will kill me or my stepdad was beating me up for defending her from him or standing up for myself) where I lived in a very poor neighborhood and sent to live with my aunt in her rich neighborhood.
My aunt let me get Xbox Live on the original Xbox for Halo 2 and I found something to live for, video games. That lasted for a while, but her 30 year old son that was living with her got in a fisfight with teenage me ecause he was trying to take a box of my stuff, and so I got set home and I got drawn back into idiotic delinquent shit because of my friends, continued to go in and out of juvy, then Final Fantasy XI's 360 beta came out bundled in some magazine, and I had read about it and was excited to play it so I went and got that magazine the day it came out and played the everliving hell out of FFXI. I'm certain I was addicted to it because I had a wonderful feeling and would stay up days playing it and even hallucinated seeing a Crawler off in the distance after spending a couple of days straight leveling in Crawler's Nest and having to go somewhere.
That game hooked me completely and made me drift away from most of my friends. My controlling mom ran off the rest when she trapped me in a rented house on the edge of the city with no way to go anywhere for 7 years right after I turned 18, so I had to spend 7 years with only people online to socialize with. I haven't "lived" in that hell in 4 years and I still have not recovered from that place. But FFXI and the two close friends I made kept me sane for a while in there. Met one in Chromehounds and another in Saints Row 1 multiplayer. Unfortunately a tornado hit and gave me PTSD which screwed me up for a while, completely changed my personality, and gave me a case of Astraphobia, so me and my online friends started drifting apart.
That was about 6 years ago. Then my grandad had a stroke and had to be taken care of, so I managed to get my grandma to let me stay with her to help take care of him and to help her with stuff too, then he died about 4 months after that and it was up to me to cheer up everyone, because that's one of the things I'm good at, and it was needed since it was the first death in the family since I was a kid and my mean great grandma died. GW2 had just come out that week and I had just woke up and went to play when my mom came in and told me and walked out so she could go call everyone and tell them that she held my grandad's hand while he died like it was some movie and make everything about her (she is a master manipulator and can manipulate anyone). Weirdly enough I had a dream of me and my grandad sitting and talking while playing chess in the middle of a swamp on a giant lillypad while I was sleeping that morning when he died since no one bothered to yell for me while he was dying and they were yelling for everyone else, because no one cares about me, I'm just a fatherless bastard they can use when they need someone to do something or someone to blame for some random something.
Now games have been severely dumbed down, the MMO genre is dead, corporations have butchered gaming with microtransactions and DLC, games are shallow and don't require thought anymore, and the good old series have been ruined and made mediocre, all so these corporations can get as many people to play their games as they can. Games aren't made for gamers anymore. Now I'm 28, I'm numb and board and just playing whatever while waiting for something to happen.
Bet you didn't expect a depressing story. lol Now I'm going to sleep.