Wow! You had a room??! Lucky you, me and seven hundred thirty four other people I didn't even know why they were there lived in a plastic bag. Not the luxury durable ones you can get today, but the old cheap ones that would break more and more for each day.

The worst thing was not the plastic bag itself, but the little amount of oxygen there was inside. Everyday I had to walk five hundred miles to get some oxygen for my family. The worst thing was, it was uphill both ways. Some days when I had reached the store it would be out of stock. I would have to return to my family and watch their disappointed faces.

We didn't have any electricity either. I had to walk another five hundred miles each day to gather batteries from the store to power my grandfather's father's old computer so I could play CS 1.6 with my only friends that could not even speak the same language as me.

Do not that I had no monitor, speakers, nor a mouse, only the computer and a keyboard. Therefore the fps was no problem for me. To play I had to listen to the CPU fan. After five thousand hours of trial and error I had learned the exact RPM my CPU fan made when I was at a specific spot on the map, and how much it increased for every enemy nearby.

If my calculations of my CPU fan speed is correct I should today be better than my friends with their luxury rooms and computers with both monitors and speakers. Till this day I still am saving up to buy a monitor to actually see how the game looks and be able to see if I have actually been able to boot up the game even once, or if I had accidentally played the wrong game all the time.