Mother’s Day is a special day where we celebrate the most important women in our lives. Be it a mother, a grandmother, an aunt, sister, or a wife, if they had a kid, they are a mom (like by definition). So, we thank them for raising us as squalling, disgusting spawns that we were so so we didn’t die. Seriously, babies are so fragile. We are all alive today thanks to Mom. Show some respect! In that journey, many of us may have moms that don’t like video games or even understand them. However, gamers may have all had a moment either in intense fear or sadness from a game that made us cry for our mothers. So we asked your favorite crew here at Gamer Assault Weekly, “What video game made you cry out for your Mommy, either from fear, extreme sadness, or hell, maybe even from pure joy?” John Donadio Chief Operating Officer/Streamer/Tried to Bake for Mom and started a Fire This is a tough question for me. While it’s been known that I cry often at super emotional games it took me a long time to figure out the game that made me cry THAT hard. There is only one answer to that. That Dragon, Cancer. If you have ever played the game you know exactly what I’m talking about. While I sat there and played it alone, I cried my eyes out so much the water company sued me for thinking I started my own treatment plant. The moment didn’t make me run to my phone and call my Mother that very second, it was late, but I did call her the next day just to say that I loved her, and I do! That Dragon, Cancer is a bitch of a game. However, my mother fought her own battle with cancer and it was a trying, emotional time. This game reminded me of how wonderful it is to have her in this world. That Dragon, Cancer was created by Ryan and Amy Green, mostly, and is an autobiographical tale based on the Green’s experience of raising their son Joel, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer at twelve months old. He was only given a short time to live, continued to survive for four more years before eventually succumbing to cancer in March 2014. It is a terrible tale of loss and yet wonderfully told. I can’t imagine what it is like to lose a child. However, this game absolutely helps those to understand that no matter who in your family may have this Dragon, that they are not alone in the journey no matter what the outcome. If you don’t cry playing this game you have no soul and no heart, and should probably be locked away. Why did I cry for my mom? After that much emotion, you can’t bear to think about what life would be like without her. Allen Saunders Editorials and Reviews Manager/Made His Mom a Cookie But Ate It I would like to think I’m one of the hardest people to scare. Get a game in front of me though and I turn into one of the biggest wimps in history. There are a ton of moments I could choose where I ran away almost literally yelling for my mom, in a game. The time in F.E.A.R. when Alma flooded the hallway I was walking in with blood and I felt like I was in an old school slasher film. In The Evil Within, when that crazy-ass lady with all the limbs burst through the dead body in a fountain of blood that would make Freddy Kruger drip with glee. The noise she made and the movements she did, sent a chill down my spine and when she takes off after you I let out a totally manly yelp and did a tackle relocation as fast as I can. Despite all of that I still think the number one scariest moment was when I got attacked by a crocodile in Far Cry 3. I’ve always had a fear of big bodies of water and this played perfectly on that. Imagine a peaceful walk along the banks of a digital river. Having just liberated a local outpost from the militia, you can almost feel the blood of your enemies on you as you soak in the surroundings. Unbeknownst to you, a predator stronger than a man can ever hope to be, looms nearby waiting, stalking. You pause by the bank trying to figure out what your next move is. Suddenly the world around you explodes! Water is everywhere, the sun is blinding you as you realize a giant descendant of the dinosaurs has latched on to you. He starts his death spin as you frantically try to stab and free yourself from the certain death of its vice-like jaws. It was totally like that but with a ton more screams and dropping of the controller. I may have also said a swear or twenty, sorry mom. Christopher Taylor Reviews and Editorials/Most of his paycheck went to Mother’s Day gifts As a child, I yelled for my mother quite a bit playing games. Growing up with the NES, and the Genesis, I was subjected to some of the most difficult games created. My mother was extremely patient with my nonsense, if they had a Nobel Prize for patience, she would be the top contender. Despite myself inheriting her level-headed traits, I vividly remember when I screamed at the top of my lungs for her to come to my room due to the most epic kill cam. My cousin and I were playing on opposite teams Domination in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 on the Afghan map. Due to the layout of the map, players can essentially snipe each other from opposite ends of the map, making Afghan a snipers paradise. As the round was coming to an end, I found myself with a sole rocket for my RPG and fired it down one of the sniper alleys. Unfortunately for my cousin, he appeared at the other end of the sniper alley taking my rocket to the face, which was also the final kill of the match. As the kill cam showed my glorious achievement I screamed for my mother to come witness and take part in my (accidental) glory. Let’s just say she was not as thrilled as I was. Jordan ‘Se7en’ Chambers Podcast Host/Jr. Staff Writer/World Renowned Mom’s Day Cake Baker I specifically remember calling out to my own mother on many occasions as a kid out of actual frustration and desperation. One of my first consoles back then was the N64, a hand-me-down from my own parents who introduced me to gaming around 1998. While I was able to master all games from Super Smash Bros to Ocarina of Time, it was always a massive ordeal whenever I tried my hand at Mario Party. The mini-games, stealing stars, grabbing coins, and other fun mechanics were a lot to handle as a kid. So, on occasion, I’m man enough to admit I called my mother in to help with many aspects of the game including “which of these characters should I steal a star from?” And “Please help me with this mini-game I don’t want to lose.” She was the master of Mario Party and knew the games inside and out, so typically my mother was like the cheat code for never losing. When I think back to those days, calling her out of desperation makes me believe that if she were to put her mind to it, she could master any modern games today with ease. All in all, it was great having her around to call in times of frustration with one of my favorite games in my childhood. Our moms mean the world to us and we know yours do too! Tell us in the comments below a time you needed your mom while you were gaming! Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful moms out there!