I'm a rather unemotional person (partly by nature and partly because I have something of a hangup about showing weakness); it takes a seriously heavy-duty punch in the proverbial gut to even make me tear up, and I don't think I've ever actually started crying over anything in a work of fiction.
That said, the incineration of the Weighted Companion Cube in Portal had me making quite the face. (However, I knew it was coming, so the emotional impact may well have been lessened; that's the only spoiler I've seen for years that actually managed to negatively affect my enjoyment of a work.)
That said, the incineration of the Weighted Companion Cube in Portal had me making quite the face. (However, I knew it was coming, so the emotional impact may well have been lessened; that's the only spoiler I've seen for years that actually managed to negatively affect my enjoyment of a work.)