Gary Hartly writes:
"There was a time, when the working day was done, I already knew what my plans for the evening would involve; there would be a desperate foot-race to reach either of the two Dreamcasts my little social circle owned, because, after a hard day of working for The Man, there was nothing more relaxing than blowing your closest chums to giblets. Seeing as I live outside America and fully-automatic assault rifles are not sold from vending machines, we made do with Quake III: Arena."
