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I was amused to see that my Bad EGG had recovered from FNT, and I think I might have even said something out loud — some stupid little comment like, "Hey buddy, feeling better?" The sort of thing you say when your parents aren't home and you're just being silly with yourself. The egg bounced up and down in my party screen, and I felt a chill go down my spine as I looked at that nice healthy egg with a fossil.
When I realised my creeped-out feelings, I told myself that Bulbapedia was to blame. Bulbapedia took a sort of malicious humour in describing the Bad EGG as something really freaky, and my brain took the description and ran. I mean, check this out: 'Bad Eggs are not really Pokémon eggs, and may possibly never have been,
Bolstered with bravery from that trip down memory lane, I opened up Bad EGG's status screen. I convinced myself that I was amused, not frightened, and I wanted more laughs from the glitch. Laughs were not had as I read its description.
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Visual Boy hanged, and so did my computer.
Don't get me wrong, everything's been more-or-less fine since then. I wasn't eaten by demons or spirited away by Unown or anything, none of the stuff you only read about it in stories.
Every now and then, when I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. My computer hasn't been quite up to its powerhouse self lately, either; I mean, I try to explain it away, but I can't deny it's running slower. Sometimes text I'm reading seems to be replaced by blank space, but then I look back and it's fine. I'm seeing things, I guess, and all this stuff is starting to scare me. Bulbapedia said that it was never an egg at all,
It's crazy. I'm sorry, I know it's crazy. There are good reasons why I can't speak, and I probably just downloaded some junk onto my computer to make it run slow; sometimes you can ignore that sort of thing until it really dawns on you, I know. It's
It's just that sometimes my parents seem to move in slow motion, too, like I'm watching some sort of twisted YouTube video a kid made for shits and giggles.
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