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I had finally reached Phobos Anomaly. The dreaded E1M8 I had heard so much about. In this four-hour long journey it took me to get here, I had already shed so many tears and had even stopped playing the game for a week after the traumatizing darkness trap in E1M3. My heart was racing with anxiety and I didn't know if I could possibly surmount the challenges ahead. With my Undyne Drynites ready to go and several boxes of tissues nearby (I knew I'd need them), I hit the switch that was staring me down.

Demons and barrels filled the room. With a few quick blasts, I destroyed all the barrels, taking the pink baddies out as well. I could already feel the tears welling as I knew something much worse was about to happen. I slowly entered the hallway that led from the demon room, ambushed without remorse by more demons! I did my best to handle them, and they almost had me killed. The waterworks had begun now. I was so scared. I debated on whether or not I should call my mom into the room, but she wouldn't understand what I'm going through. Nobody does.

I approached the looming elevator that punctuated this worrisome hall. It raised me to two red doors. I took all the willpower I had to even touch my D-pad, but I forced myself to. A hideous roar rumbled out of my speakers, and the legendary Bruiser Brothers were waiting! I panicked, eyes overflowing with tears. My attempt at defeating them was quickly snuffed out as I simply could not operate with this much crying. I threw my controller down, heaving with sobs and barely able to stop shaking. It took me 30 minutes of this torture to work up enough strength to return to the game.

I wiped my face down with several tissues and tried again. I was not going to let these pixelated beasties control me anymore. Using the rocket launcher, I felled both of them quickly, still shedding tears of substantial fear. As their corpses hit the ground, the walls came crumbling down around the arena. I started to hyperventilate, fearful for the next stage in this utterly draining roller coaster ride of a game. Once I was able to collect myself, I saw the teleporter. Could this be it? Was I finally going to rescue this marine and get him to safer ground for good?

I pressed the switch, raising the stairs to the teleporter. There was no turning back, nor anywhere else to go but here. I bit my lip, choking back the tears as much as possible (it didn't work), and entered. Suddenly, darkness enveloped the screen and I could hear the sound of the marine dying! I screamed and threw my controller, running out of the room. After vomiting and having my mother come into the room with me this time, I saw that the game was over. What!? That's what happened!? I spent so much time in this game, conquering all the battles through blood, sweat, and most of all tears. So much emotional anguish was brought upon me by this game and that's all that happens is the marine dies!? I don't get a chance to save him!?

I went to bed, still crying angrily over this injustice. I saw visions in my head of the doom marine begging me to save him from the hell he was put through, and all I could do was watch helplessly as he was killed. It's gotten so bad that I brought it up with my therapist, who in response told me "shut the fuck up..."