YEah dude! These are classics of my childhood!
I was 10 when my uncle gave me a bunch of discs in one of them big old black cases with lots of sleeves as a birthday present, and I never imagined how much fun I would have playing lots of those games.
They only had their name scribbled with a black marker (not the one specifically for CDs either) and most of them were not able to be played on my playstation (I later learned my uncle had in fact bought them in bulk to gift to us nephews, but none of my cousins had a PS1 and he didn't know that, so he gave them all to me).
Given that they did not have their original cases, my mother (who was usually very strict on what we were allowed to play, never bought me any of the GTAs or the Saint's Row) did not check their PEGI rating (the European equivalent of the ESRB).
I loved the opening cutscene of Home Intruder: it showed the perspective of one of two burglars trying to get around a house with flashlights and stuff, trying to stay silent. The house was kinda like a mix between a ancient colonial home with a white albeit dirty porch and Dorothy's house in the middle of Kansas with corn fields and farming tools all over.
After like 30ish seconds of them looking for a key under rocks and stuff, the one you're looking through the eyes of finally has enough and gets in by essentially picking the lock very aggressively, raking I'd imagine from the sound, and after opening the door he looks behind him but doesn't see his partner anymore.
After calling faintly his name (or what I assume was his name, since he sounded like he was speaking a language different than english), he gets in without waiting for him, and begins looking around, quietly opening drawers and stuffing a backpack with things laying around. It was kind of well done, for a game I assume was not from a well known studio. I distinctly remember the reflection of the thief in a mirror right by the entrance of the house, which was in line with PS1 graphics, but still, impressive. Silent Hill-bathroom vibes.
After picking up a standing chandelier (which could have been a menorah, now that I think about it; as a child, I did not have any way to recognize it), the thief looked out the window only to see his friend hanging by the neck from a tree outside, but not hung: something must have had thrown him at full speed towards a pointy branch, causing his neck to be fully trapassed by the wood. I remember the first time I watched the cutscene, I rushed to the door to close it, so that my parents would not see it and take away the game!
Anyway, the cutscene kind of ended there. The thief rushed to the door, bolting it shut. Someone rings the doorbells, the thief shouts something in the same strange language as before, and the starting menu appears, with a scary jingle blending kinda badly with the scream and the sound of someone trying to pry open the door.
I really would have liked to play this game, but in order to make a save the game asked you your address (to make it more personal, I guess), and your name in order to put it on the buzzer. It was the time where my parents were drilling into my brain "NEVER GIVE STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET NAME, AGE, ADDRESS AND TELEPHONE NUMBERS!!!", and the lines between internet and a silly game on my PS1 were kinda blurred in my preadolescent brain. I didn't want to risk them getting angry, and tbh I didn't want to risk someone mailing something to my doorstep.
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