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So when someone knocked on the door, I yelled out loud angrily and got up like a drunk sloth. When I stumbled over to the door and opened it, with my twinkie still in hand, I was surprised to see a small package lying at my feet. I picked it up and took a good look at who it was from. It was addressed from my friend Bobby, who had died in a tragic chalk-eating accident last year.
I saw the post man getting back in his mini car.
He drove off without looking once at me. What an idiot.
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Bobby
I grimaced, and looked at the game. It was a N64 game, and one I had seen at his house. It was called,
I went to sleep later that night and had a dream of Bobby with black, bleeding eyes holding the game and repeatedly telling me,
The next morning I looked for the game, which I left on a table by my door. But, it wasn’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!
I tried to take it out, but it was stuck.
Then I realized how stupid that was and went to get some pliers. I got it out, finally. I put it in a bag and decided to take it on a road trip.
I turned around to see a park ranger running up the hill in a hurry, all the while huffing from exertion.
I didn’t want to give up without a fight, so I said,
They ignored me and said,
She was so scary that I ran back to my car. So much for that. I had gotten my parents to drive me out here saying it I was collecting bugs. Dang it.
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I arrived to find my parents hanging out near the portable bathrooms, which smelled awful.
Later back at our house, I brought the dumb game in my room.
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The next day, I tried digging a hole with the game still in the bag. That’s when my Dad came out.
"Yeah…”
I spent the rest of the afternoon gardening. Shoot.
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After having worked for hours, dirty and sweaty, I gave a long, mean glare to the game in the bag.
That evening at dinner, my mom suddenly got a big smile on her face before taking a bite of mashed potato on her fork.
She ran out of the room for a few seconds and CAME BACK WITH THE CARTRIDGE! Dang it!
I sighed and decided to explain to her my attempt to get rid of it.
Later on, I took it back to my room. My parents wanted to see it turn on, so I figured I’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 staticky way. Then, the start screen appeared with a eyeless Link staring right at us.
I groaned, and watched the evil Link glitch out repeatedly with the happy mask salesman's laughter occasionally joining in.
The last thing I wanted to do was play a game from a supposedly dead friend begging me not to play it.
I did my best to feign sleepiness, and they both left. I went to turn the game off, but it stayed on. I unplugged the system, but it was still on. The happy mask salesman in a Keaton mask flashed on screen for a second.
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An hour later, I had a soaking wet cartridge and felt ashamed. What could I do? I looked at the cartridge. Was the title written in black ink, or dark blood?!
Later in the day, my parents did their regular shopping run.
I smiled and twisted my hands together in an evil villain sort of way.
I took the cartridge into the garage and grabbed a hammer. It was time to get rid of it once and for all.
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I smashed it into a bunch of big chunks, which flew off wildly in every direction. I took the chunks and put them in a trash bag.
No, I didn’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.
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