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This story is the sequel to [[Crash Bandicoot Origins]]. A third part (to serve as the final piece of a trilogy) has been in the planning stages for a long time since.}}
I was just a kid. Then again, I guess
Anyway, I was at a garage sale wen I bought the game. There was a garage band playing at the garage sale, which I guess was pretty witty. I asked them to play
I was always a fan of Crash Bandicoot. Ever since I was a promise of future loin fruit in my
When I got home, I put on my
The goofy intro started out as normal—or so it
I had to wonder about this copy of this game. Maybe it was a prank that the guys at Naughty Dog played on Lewis. I mean, that would make sense. Feeling more than a little startled, I checked my phone for companionship. A text…from Lewis. The man I met at the yard sale!
The first level was N. Sanity Beach. I remembered this stage from when I played this game as a kid, so it checked out. It began with Crash making the same confused face tat I always remembered him making here. In fact, it took me a minute or two of gameplay before I realized something was off.
Crash Bandicoot wore jeans. This was likely a conscious design decision by Naughty Dog to make Crash more hip and relatable, the way
Usually, when you hit a ? crate, you get something sweet: a massive amount of Wumpa fruit, for example. But this time was… different. Crash Bandicoot warped in a dark purple mist, and reappeared in what was obviously a game show set! The host was a younger, dark-skinned gentleman wearing suspenders, with a goofy smile on his face. This was all fine—I guessed—until the text showed up…
Crash reappeared where I had initially hit the question mark box. I had lost a life. A loud, drawn out moaning sound played. I thought about the answer that I submitted some more.
At the end of the stages in the first Crash Bandicoot, there is a check by the game to see if you smashed all the crates in the level. If you do, you get a silver clear gem. If you
It looked like pills. Lots of them. They were falling from the sky, engulfing the orange marsupial. There was no way to control Crash and escape them. He was being smothered. Before my very eyes. And I was helpless but to watch. When the screen was finally covered in its entirety in little white and yellow pills, a gloomy, gray text like the one from earlier appeared on screen.
That was when my phone rang.
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… It was Lewis.
There was a lengthy pause. Then a sigh. Then a… moan. Deep, dark and reminiscent. … Reminiscent of the moan from the Crash Bandicoot game I was playing…
I cracked my knuckles and went back to the game, pressing through that birth control scene I had just witnessed. I was expecting to return to the
I scratched my ear, as I often do when
The camera zoomed further, and further down to Earth until it narrowed in on Crash
Stop motion. Claymation. Crash Bandicoot melted before my very eyes into a pile of blood, guts, bone, and sinew. Crash Bandicoot games were known to have humorous death scene animations, but this was just eerie and depressing. A sudden ambient composition that resembled unmitigated, unbridled despair played, while lightning struck the Crash Bandicoot goo pile corpse again and again, as if to mock my answer. The screen filled up, flooded with dusty, gray, ominous text:
My mind raced with a million questions. How did she know in advance that he was going to die? If not, what was that sobbing that occurred before
I really, really needed someone to share this startling series of experiences with. I called Lewis, but there was no answer. I left a voice mail, in tears, begging for him to pick up the phone. But it
I lost track of time when the doorbell rang. Happy to have any sort of distraction from this horrifying scene, I went up and opened the door… to be greeted by a police detective.
With love? To me? A guy he sold a game to at a yard sale? Well, whatever. I took the mango and rolled it around in my hands, inspecting it. Looked healthy enough to eat, and I had little in the fridge other than condiments. Lewis seemed like a friendly enough guy, and furthermore, he worked for Naughty Dog. Maybe, before he passed, he meant to gift this to me as a Crash-themed present. Still…he
When I woke up, I was… flabbergasted. I was in the dirt. Some kind of ditch. It was too tall for me to climb out of. I
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When I woke up, I was strapped in a hardened, metallic chair. I could see beakers, desks, filing cabinets—I was in a lab.
The End
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