At uni, our house of 4 comprised of myself (obviously) my future wife and my 2 future best men.
We had a Mario Kart 64 league table, not Grand Prix, but Battle (hold on to your balloons). 4 courses including a turbo charged skyscraper round and it was first to 5 victories on each course, meaning a potential 17 rounds on each course, and having played each other so much we became evenly matched, so it often went all the way. Many a time we returned home from a night out at around 3am and whilst munching on kebabs we'd settle down for a "quick" game. Some would fall asleep in their chairs, others would complain that their contacts were welded to their eyes, but we'd finish, usually around 4-5 hours later as the milkman arrived.
When the future missus wasn't around we'd break out Pro Evo, with me usually taking on my 2 mates in 2v1, them playing as England or Brazil and me as China or Scotland or some other minor footballing nation. The expletives that followed as I generally scored the aforementioned last gasp winner were always a thing of wonder. Words I never thought I'd hear, or even knew existed.
Other notable contributors to our entertainment were the various Mario Party's, and when we moved into a new house with an extra room with a guy who loved his PC too much to go to consoles, he set up a LAN in our house and we would break up into teams for CounterStrike. He was one of those sniping types...coward. Whilst not having the same effect as the console games, the tension as crept around a room, heard a gunshot elsewhere and then an expletive from one of your teammates leaving you knowing you were the only hope for "good" in this world to diffuse that bomb, was gripping.
Despite this, I still managed to graduate and hold down a 30hr a week job to pay for the f*cking tuition fees, as well as going out on the lash far too much.