Getting Rid of an Evil, Scary N64 Cartridge: Difference between revisions

One time I was laying back on the couch eating a twinkie, and just totally being lazy. I mean ultra-lazy. I hadn’thadn't moved from the spot from hours. Even my cat got bored of lying there and moved.

“Oh"Oh no you don’tdon't,”" I said, running to the street.

“Hey"Hey, I don’tdon't want this junk!!”" I shouted at the top of my lungs, waving my twinkie at him in defiance.

I took the box to my porch and looked at it. Since it was suspicious, I didn’tdidn't bring it inside. I decided to carefully open it up, and was surprised to find a letter, along with an ancient cartridge-style game.

I don’tdon't want this game anymore. I just want this all to end. I may be gone from here soon, but please keep this game hidden away. Never play it. EVER!!

I grimaced, and looked at the game. It was a N64 game, and one I had seen at his house. It was called, “The"The Legend of Zelda: Pokémon’sPokémon's Mask”Mask" and was written in black ink over its plain cartridge. I decided to do what he wanted.

I went to sleep later that night and had a dream of Bobby with black, bleeding eyes holding the game and repeatedly telling me, “Don’t"Don't play this game!”" I mostly replied with, “Shut"Shut up, I’veI've heard you like a thousand times already! I’mI'm not going to!”" What an idiot.

The next morning I looked for the game, which I left on a table by my door. But, it wasn’twasn't there. I looked in the living room, bedroom, and even the bathroom in case I left it there on accident. Nope, no game. I was going to give up when I looked at my old Nintendo 64 console sitting on a shelf in my living room. It was already in the system!

“Oh"Oh, no you don’tdon't.”" I said sternly.

“Well"Well, I could play it…”it..." I began to think.

“Hidden"Hidden so no one will find it, huh?”" I thought as I stood on a local mountain. I took a trowel and began digging a small hole, and then I set the game in.

“Stop"Stop right there!”" Someone yelled in the distance.

“Shoot"Shoot,”" I thought.

“You’re…"You're... not supposed to litter!”" They said, coming to a stop in front of me and barely looking at me.

I didn’tdidn't want to give up without a fight, so I said, “But"But, my friend really wanted me to get rid of this. He’sHe's dead, by the way. I just nee-“"

They ignored me and said, “Get"Get that out of here, NOW!”"

“Did"Did you find bugs, hunnyhoney?”" My mom asked sweetly.

“No"No,”" I said flatly. “I’ll"I'll have to try later.”"

I figured I could bury it in my back yard. Or throw it away. I figured I’dI'd try burying it first.

The next day, I tried digging a hole with the game still in the bag. That’sThat's when my Dad came out.

“Oh"Oh, doing some gardening?”" He said with a big grin.

“Time"Time for you to go,”" I told it. I walked outside directly to the garbage bin. The trash truck would pick it up tomorrow. I was done.

“Oh"Oh, hunnyhoney, you’reyou're not going to believe this!”"

“You"You had almost thrown your game away! You’reYou're so lucky I saw it.”"

“I"I don’tdon't want it anymore, so I was trying to get rid of it.”"

“What"What?”" She asked, suddenly having a frown. “Does"Does it not work anymore?”"

“Yes"Yes, it doesn’tdoesn't,”" I lied.

“Well"Well, how about you put it on later and find out?”" She asked. “Don’t"Don't be wasteful.”"

Later on, I took it back to my room. My parents wanted to see it turn on, so I figured I’dI'd leave it on for only a short time. I plugged the old Nintendo 64 into the wall and connected it to our TV in the living room. I grabbed my parents and turned the game on. A howling noise came from the game and a Nintendo logo came in and out in a staticystaticky way. Then, the start screen appeared with a eyeless Link staring right at us.

“Oh"Oh, a horror game!”" My dad said cheerfulycheerfully.

“Well"Well, looks like it plays,”" I said grudgingly.

“Well"Well, I wanna see more,”" my mom said cheerfully.

“I’m"I'm tired tonight. I think I want to go to bed now.”"

I figured that I could wait for the house to be empty, and could destroy the cartridge with a hammer. Leaving it in a school bathroom wasn’twasn't a way to hide it.

“This"This is some horror movie trash!”" I yelled at the cartridge.

“Okay"Okay, don’tdon't make a mess of the house!”" My dad yelled as they both left.

“Goodbye"Goodbye, evil video game,”" I told it, bringing it to our kitchen trash can and lightly dropping it within.

No, I didn’tdidn't hide the video game. I was smarter than Bobby and just got rid of it. I spent the rest of the day lying on the couch.