I'll enter for the 5.99 game, thanks! :)
I've got way too many fond memories of playing games, from the day when my father brought home our first computer and we played Chip's Challenge, to the day a few years later when I received a Gameboy Colour.
My fondest video game memory has to be from childhood, when I managed to beg my parents to buy me a Gamecube for my birthday (willingly selling myself into slavery in the process).
My sister and I (both video game addicts from an extremely early age) would stay up all night playing Super Smash Bros. Melee and Legend of Zelda: Windwaker.
I remember one summer, my parents took us to visit our relatives who lived in Finland, out in the country side. I packed my Gamecube and game collection with me.
That summer, we lost track of time in the old country cabin as the sun never seemed to set and we played through Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes. I remember one night/morning we finally reached the ending cutscene (those cutscenes were long!) and were staring at the TV, enthralled, when our mum walked in and shut off the TV.
Apparently it was 8AM; we had stayed up all night without even realizing it. Of course, we were both incredibly upset that we had missed the final cutscene (we seemed to think that the story was amazing, back then) and had to replay through the final moments of the game later that night so that we could watch it to its conclusion.
Another memory from later that summer was when I first fired up Resident Evil 4. I remember how terrified I was of playing that game, and yet the determination I had to see it to its very end was much stronger than my determination to finish games these days.
My sister and I sat in the darkness of autumn listening to strange noises emanating from outside the wooden walls of the cabin as we played through the game. We would jump every time an owl hooted, or a twig snapped outside. The branches of trees outside scratched against the window panes, and the old cabin would creak as it settled down in the silent night. The atmosphere was just perfect.
I often woke up my mum due to violent yelping and swearing as yet another possessed villager or monk popped up behind me.
Again, neither of us could play the game for very long before our nerves started to shatter, so we would literally throw the controller back and forth to one another whenever a scary scene came up.
Somehow, through long gruelling hours in the night, we managed to finish the game before we went back home to China.
I think that it was the proudest achievement of our lives up to that point.
That summer also marked the end of my childhood, in many ways, so I hold these memories very close to my heart.
I don't think I've ever been closer to my sister than through the gaming moments we shared that summer.