I grew up in a fun American Christian household so I wasn’t allowed to play games beyond my mandated age range until my dad became too much of an alcoholic to give a shit.
Goldeneye? Had to play it over at a friend’s house.
Starcraft? I made sure to never play as or against Zerg if there was any chance my parents were awake, as they died far too bloody deaths.
My dad gave me G Police on PC, he found it at a garage sale or something, apparently did not check the rating schema, and took it away when curse words were used in the intro cinematic.
He did not hide it well, I found the CD and played the game a week later with headphones and I just told him it was different game, which worked.
But uh, Passion of the Christ? That was fine, despite basically being a gratuitous snuff film.
Oh well, could have been worse: Our neighbors were even more extreme, leading me to getting chewed out by their mom for introducing them to Pokemon cards. Pokemon evolve, you see, therefore they are of Satan.
I grew up in a fun American Christian household so I wasn’t allowed to play games beyond my mandated age range until my dad became too much of an alcoholic to give a shit.
Goldeneye? Had to play it over at a friend’s house.
Starcraft? I made sure to never play as or against Zerg if there was any chance my parents were awake, as they died far too bloody deaths.
My dad gave me G Police on PC, he found it at a garage sale or something, apparently did not check the rating schema, and took it away when curse words were used in the intro cinematic.
He did not hide it well, I found the CD and played the game a week later with headphones and I just told him it was different game, which worked.
But uh, Passion of the Christ? That was fine, despite basically being a gratuitous snuff film.
Oh well, could have been worse: Our neighbors were even more extreme, leading me to getting chewed out by their mom for introducing them to Pokemon cards. Pokemon evolve, you see, therefore they are of Satan.
Hear that, Mindy? Stupid bitch.