Alex Hamilton of XP-Mag writes: There was a time (which I now find hard to believe) when I did not own my own PC. At the tender age of 13 I made the discovery that certain video games would not run on my family computer, which, at 32MB of RAM, was even at that time horribly outdated. Until that point I had not really thought much about playing games on the computer. I had got along quite happily with my PS2 until that point. Once I had saved the pennies and bought my first gaming computer, the metaphorical slippery slope become a sheer cliff face comprised of banana skins.