Many years ago there was a fairly crap Disney movie released, called "Arachnophobia". I was around nine years old at the time, and I loved it (I was a sucker for Disney's particularly emasculated attempts at "horror", right up until I discovered my good buddy Freddy).
Later that year my parents treated me to the purchase of any three computer games. Direct from "Some Random Guy's Basement," they came replete with photocopied instructions and felt-tip marker labels that you just knew were oh-so legit.
Ah yes, my parents truly did spoil me.
Anyway, I promptly chose the "Arachnophobia" game from the shelf, and tried to ignore that the packaging was an old envelope thick with liquid paper in a rather poor attempt to cover up the "Par Avon" label, not the mention that it had come from "Ting" in "Hong Tai".
The game itself has long since been lost, though until recently my only memory of it was that I had tried it a few times, and then stopped. I couldn't particularly remember why I had stopped, I simply assumed that it wasn't
very good, and my gnat-like attention span had been drawn elsewhere.
Ah, but if only that were true.
Yes, my friends, I have just discovered my very first repressed memory.
I recently stumbled across some screenshots from the game, and I now remember exactly why I stopped playing.
Yep, you guessed it.
It gave me the willies.
Think back for a moment to those crap powerpoint jokes that you email around to your friends. You know the ones; "stare intently at the middle of the page, and you will see an optical illusion..." And then after a minute a giant zombie head flashes on the screen, and a blood-curdling AAAAAHHHHHRRRHRRHRHGGGHHH!!! is sounded through the speakers. Childish, sure, but oh-so-fun to spectate.
Well, imagine the same thing, as a nine year old, with this picture.
Would that give you the willies?
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