The gaming moment itself wasn’t so spectacular, but seeing the look in my friends’ faces when I showed them my score after beating Civ (I think it was II) on the highest setting that only one other dared play was… worth quite some money.
Seeing the look on the face of the one who said “have you edited the ranking or something?” when I opened my last save and let it finish again - priceless.
Ah, damn.
I forgot to mention the ending of Chrono Trigger too. Well worth the money and the playtime.
Please say that you were teaching third grade. I was going to post an X-Wing story but I was out of college when I played the game.
I was in college when I played X-Wing–I still remember the one expansion mission and killing the Relentless.
There was the one time in Jane’s Fighter’s Anthology…
It was Airbase Assault mode–4v4 teams, goal is to bomb your opponent’s airfield, 120mi away, into tiny pieces. The typical team was 4xF-15 or some such, fitting with mixed air-to-air and air-to-ground, taking several passes to wipe out the field.
My team got to where fighting together was an art form–we’d take two air superiority fighters that couldn’t bomb, like Rafales or Su-37s, one F-4 or Su-24 Wild Weasel…and me.
In my B-52.
Loaded 100% iron.
My personal best is killing the enemy airbase AND getting three kills of guys sitting on the runway waiting to take off in a single bombing pass from 1500 feet. Fighter jocks don’t look for visual, they look for radar info… too bad I would get green stains on my belly from the treetops.
Pacific Fighters - a scramble off our aircraft carrier as it is under attack by the Japanese. My Corsair soon had a Zero on its 6:00. I pulled my stick back to take the plane into a loop; the Zero was unable to follow. I emerge from the loop into a giant furball. I was still on the descending leg when another Zero passes in front of me, from left to right. No time to react, I give an instinctive squeeze of the trigger and am gratified when the enemy fighter explodes into a fireball.