I remember going ape-shit as a kid when the golden mask dude came out... I rage-fitteded until my mom ordered me one. Looking back, I rage-fitteded A LOT.
Edit for example: I once latched onto her leg for over 4 hours for a PS2. She was just dragging me around, but she couldn't shake me off. She tried swinging my head into the wall, but my head would just bounce off and I'd move ever so slightly to throw her off balance while doing it until she stopped because she didn't want to risk falling over.
I once pulled out all the furniture in my upstairs game room, put a tent in it, cut off the mosquito net, aligned it with the armoire that held the TV, then draped the armoire and the top of the tent with a a few blankets. I then proceeded to put a bunch of plastic drawers (which I now use for LEGO bricks), my mattress, a bunch of pillows, a wooden nightstand (store clothes and act as a backboad? bedrest? whatever I stuck my pillows against it), and my alarm clock/radio next to it... simply because I had to move my TV and it put a gigantic fucking glare on the TV. That was back in the days of concave glass screens and the static.
Funny thing is, now, my current TV is in the same spot; I just found a simpler solution: an adjustable laundry hanger on wheels that I throw an old blanket shade over. Ah... good times. Simpler times.
Oh shit... you know what really fucked me up? This summer the PS1 came out, instead of going outside, my brothers and I, and to an extent, my dad, spent the entire summer on that thing; Crash Bandicoot and that NASCAR racing game in particular. I bloated TF up; I still have the stretch marks from it.
Yes, but I'm king... and with that power comes control over resources and duty of maintenance. As much as a King Mcfuckface as I am, I'm still a great steward of the land.
Edit for example: I once latched onto her leg for over 4 hours for a PS2. She was just dragging me around, but she couldn't shake me off. She tried swinging my head into the wall, but my head would just bounce off and I'd move ever so slightly to throw her off balance while doing it until she stopped because she didn't want to risk falling over.
Funny thing is, now, my current TV is in the same spot; I just found a simpler solution: an adjustable laundry hanger on wheels that I throw an old blanket shade over. Ah... good times. Simpler times.
Apologies my liege, you're a noble king if I'd ever saw one.