I grew up in a fun American Christian household so I wasn’t allowed to play games beyond my mandated age range until my dad became too much of an alcoholic to give a shit.

Goldeneye? Had to play it over at a friend’s house.

Starcraft? I made sure to never play as or against Zerg if there was any chance my parents were awake, as they died far too bloody deaths.

My dad gave me G Police on PC, he found it at a garage sale or something, apparently did not check the rating schema, and took it away when curse words were used in the intro cinematic.

He did not hide it well, I found the CD and played the game a week later with headphones and I just told him it was different game, which worked.

But uh, Passion of the Christ? That was fine, despite basically being a gratuitous snuff film.

Oh well, could have been worse: Our neighbors were even more extreme, leading me to getting chewed out by their mom for introducing them to Pokemon cards. Pokemon evolve, you see, therefore they are of Satan.