The Raid

It was a sunny and warm Tuesday morning when I remember the cold frap on the front door. Mom was up, but young Master was not. Suddenly, jack-booted thugs shot the front door down and held Mom at knifepoint demanding to know the launch sequence. Excuse me. I'm sorry, that's a memory from "Commandos: Strikeforce" that I used to play with young Master.

Now that I think about it, it was a very quiet raid. Men carried sandwiches and cold drinks in and out of the house all day. It was all business for the investigators, but it was clear that the family was not happy about their visitors.

Then, someone started shuffling around the Entertainment Center which I had called home for nearly two years. A man put a hand near my blind spot and unplugged me. I remember being placed in a box and felt my external appendages being removed in a careful and deliberate way. A card was taped to my console, a red ribbon wrapped around my waist and I was photographed two times. It was very dark in that box. Humiliated and confused, I went into sleep mode to preserve young Master's precious saved game data. If I had only known that I would never see young Master after that day, I would have done things differently. I never got to say goodbye.

When I awoke, I was still trapped in this corrugated cardboard purgatory. I peeked out one of the handles and I immediately realized I was not in Charm City anymore...