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My name is Sarah Evans. Recently, my boyfriend – Richard – decided to reclaim his childhood by playing some old Mario game on the NES. Naturally, he invited me along to play, and me, being curious, accepted. |
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My name is Sarah Evans. Recently, my boyfriend – Richard – decided to |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>reclaim his childhood by playing some old Mario game on the NES. |
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Naturally, he invited me along to play, and me, being curious, accepted. |
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When I got to Richard’s house, he greeted me in a state of horror. |
When I got to Richard’s house, he greeted me in a state of horror. |
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“L-look,” he practically squeaked. |
“L-look,” he practically squeaked. |
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I took a look. I wasn’t exactly sure what the screen normally should’ve looked like, since I never played the game myself, (chalk that up to parents who weren’t exactly the biggest fans of video games not buying them for me as a kid) but what I saw…wasn’t scary at all. It just said “SUPER MARIO BROS” in dark red on an orange rectangle in front of a sky background. “Ok. What’s so scary?” I asked. |
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I |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>took a look. I wasn’t exactly sure what the screen normally should’ve |
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looked like, since I never played the game myself, (chalk that up to |
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parents who weren’t exactly the biggest fans of video games not buying |
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them for me as a kid) but what I saw…wasn’t scary at all. It just said |
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“SUPER MARIO BROS” in dark red on an orange rectangle in front of a sky |
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background. “Ok. What’s so scary?” I asked. |
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“C-can’t you tell?” he fearfully stammered. |
“C-can’t you tell?” he fearfully stammered. |
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He whimpered, which I took to be a yes. |
He whimpered, which I took to be a yes. |
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I took the controller, selected the “one player” option, and was transported to a seemingly innocuous level. Rich seemed to visibly relax. I started moving Mario… |
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I |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>took the controller, selected the “one player” option, and was |
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transported to a seemingly innocuous level. Rich seemed to visibly |
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relax. I started moving Mario… |
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…and the background changed to a hellish wasteland. Fires dotted the background, and the sky was black as night. |
…and the background changed to a hellish wasteland. Fires dotted the background, and the sky was black as night. |
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“Stop being a pussy.” |
“Stop being a pussy.” |
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I continued playing the game, jumping on koopas (that’s what Rich said they’re called; honestly, I didn’t give a shit), which exploded into blood and gore. I personally found it kind of cool at first, but after a while it got boring. It got even more annoying when Rich yelped every time I killed one of the little bastards. |
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I |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>continued playing the game, jumping on koopas (that’s what Rich said |
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they’re called; honestly, I didn’t give a shit), which exploded into |
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blood and gore. I personally found it kind of cool at first, but after a |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>while it got boring. It got even more annoying when Rich yelped every |
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time I killed one of the little bastards. |
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Soon enough, I ended |
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howled along with him, tears in his eyes. |
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“Rich, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. |
“Rich, what the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. |
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I facepalmed. Hard. |
I facepalmed. Hard. |
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“What?” he asked. “Can’t you feel any sort of empathy? There’s a living being trapped in that nightmarish hell of a game! I felt his pain! Didn’t you see the blood on him? The realistic blood? One might say it was hyper-realistic. It was real, like Mario, like you or I!” |
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“What?” |
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<nowiki> </nowiki>he asked. “Can’t you feel any sort of empathy? There’s a living being |
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trapped in that nightmarish hell of a game! I felt his pain! Didn’t you |
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see the blood on him? The realistic blood? One might say it was |
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hyper-realistic. It was real, like Mario, like you or I!” |
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He was so invested in his insane rant that he didn’t notice when I walked to his kitchen, rummaged through his drawers and cabinets, found a hammer, took the cartridge out of the game system, and smashed it to bits with the hammer. |
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He |
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was so invested in his insane rant that he didn’t notice when I walked |
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to his kitchen, rummaged through his drawers and cabinets, found a |
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hammer, took the cartridge out of the game system, and smashed it to |
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bits with the hammer. |
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“W-what did you do?” he stammered. |
“W-what did you do?” he stammered. |
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Some days, I have no idea why I put up with this man. |
Some days, I have no idea why I put up with this man. |
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[[Category:Mario]] |
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[[Category:DIALOGUE!]] |