This wasn’t a game. It was a pressure valve.
And it might’ve saved my dad’s life.
 
I found this disc labeled Twisted Metal 2. Black case. Dark artwork. Looked like a warning. When I played it, I was shocked — this wasn’t strategy or logic. It was release. Destruction with purpose. It let you choose your vehicle, unleash rage, and become the storm. My father marked it Artifact 0020, and on the inner sleeve, he’d written:
 
“This was my safe place to be angry.”
 
In 2038, anger is algorithmically filtered. You’re not allowed to lose it. You’re taught to optimize it. But this game? It let the fire burn — and somehow, that made room for peace in real life.
 
Includes:
Original PlayStation disc (Twisted Metal 2, black label edition)
My father's original post-it note
 
This isn’t just digital demolition. It’s emotional expression wrapped in steel and pixel smoke.