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Like, hyper-realistic graphics.
Whatever, I thought. I figured the consoles, like the games, were modded (which I later found out to be true.) When we finished playing MAJORA, with that stupid
"Come here," he said. "I want to show you something. Really cool." He made a beckoning gesture with his hand. I noticed from the beginning that Kyle was off today, as if he didn't get enough sleep last night. He was just... darker.
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"I THOUGHT YOU KNEW BETTER!" a deep voice boomed from the cheap speakers on the desk. The sound quality of the voice couldn't possibly have been produced by the speakers, it was too hyper-realistic. The figure on the screen grew more and more into focus.
I was terrified at what I saw. I didn't really know why; it was pixels on a monitor, only a complete moron would actually fear it. In the view was a man dressed in a cheap leather vest. A patch with a picture of a pentagram was tattooed onto the vest, coupled with "MC 666" in blood red text below it. He was wearing a goofy top hat. He had, of course, black eyes with red pupils. Why wouldn't he?
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"Fine," I said. I sounded so stupid and expected Kyle to break out in a laugh when it escaped my lips, but he didn't. "What do you want?"
"I want you to take this floppy disk," the zombie-like figure from behind the screen said. "And I want you to send it in the mail to another one of your friends. Attach a note to it, and act super scared and tell them to burn it or something stupid like that. He will play it, and I will
"Why haven't you
MC 666 laughed like Kefka again. "You already have the instruments, the tools. The old man's box of shitty bootleg cartridges, that was me. I am all the sketchy old people at tag sales who give away games like that! And now my next victim will be compelled to play, and keep playing, my haunted games!"
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I copied the floppy anyways. MC 666 can go fuck himself. Still, I told Kyle that I needed to get back to my house (I actually am living with my parents right now), even though I planned to sleep over. It was just going to be too awkward if I stayed the night. When I got home, my parents were waiting for me at the front door. I told them what happened, and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, naw, forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and said to the cabbie "yo holmes smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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