Gosh. I feel bad for having two old unused PCs and a busted laptop in the house. :wacko:
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Upgraded the RAM with a 64MB stick but the motherboard only supported like 70MB or something.
My Grandad had a Cyrix 200MHz with 100 odd MB RAM and a Voodoo 1 (then a 2 later on) for absolutely years. :lol
Pentium 4s were shite, I had a 3GHz HT P4 for a few years, was a hell of an upgrade from the Celeron I used before that though. :whistle:
Cyrix 120Mhz, 28MB RAM (really 32 but 4MB was "borrowed" for video; again, no 3D card), 2GB hard drive.
"Cosmic, are you finished playing that demo? No? Too bad, you're deleting the fucking thing right now. 50MB? Do you know that's the equivalent of 5,000 Word documents? Space is precious. I don't care if it took you five hours to download it on dial-up, it's your own fault for being stupid enough to play these computer games where you run around like a blue arsed fly shooting people. I really don't like you playing those games. No wonder your school work is suffering if this is the sort of drivel you're surrounding yourself with. I despair of you, boy, I really do. What's this one called again? Half Life? Is that game violent too? That game sounds violent. And just how much is this phone bill costing us, young man?"
*wipes tear from eye*
Those were the days.
Actually the best story involves my mate. His first console was a PS1 his parents bought for him with a copy of Tomb Raider when he was nine or ten. He sets it up and starts playing it for the very first time, at which point his elderly granddad wanders into the room, sits down in his chair and immediately asks my friend if he's noticed that Lara Croft appears to be making orgasm noises every time she climbs onto a rock.