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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">“Hey, I don’t want this junk!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, waving my twinkie at him in defiance.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">He drove off without looking once at me. What an idiot.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">The letter was in very shaky handwriting, which read:</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">I grimaced, and looked at the game. It was a N64 game, and one I had seen at his house. It was called, “The Legend of Zelda: Pokémon’s Mask” and was written in black ink over its plain cartridge. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I decided to do what he wanted.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">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!</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">“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.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">I turned around to see a park ranger running up the hill in a hurry, all the while huffing from exertion.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">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.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">“Did you find bugs, hunny?” My mom asked sweetly.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">I spent the rest of the afternoon gardening. Shoot.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">“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.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">That evening at dinner, my mom suddenly got a big smile on her face before taking a bite of mashed potato on her fork.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">She ran out of the room for a few seconds and CAME BACK WITH THE CARTRIDGE! Dang it!</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">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 staticy way. Then, the start screen appeared with a eyeless Link staring right at us.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">I groaned, and watched the evil Link glitch out repeatedly with the happy mask salesman's laughter occasionally joining in.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">The last thing I wanted to do was play a game from a supposedly dead friend begging me not to play it.</p>

 

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal; tab-stops: 303.0pt;">So, I unplugged the game from the TV and stuck it in a closet. <span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">          </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal; tab-stops: 303.0pt;">The next morning, I saw the console was plugged back into my TV. I ran over and pulled the game out of the console, shaking the cartridge in anger.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal; tab-stops: 303.0pt;">An idea came to mind. I could try flushing it!</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal; tab-stops: 303.0pt;">“This is some horror movie trash!” I yelled at the cartridge.</p>

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">“Okay, don’t make a mess of the house!” My dad yelled as they both left.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">I took the cartridge into the garage and grabbed a hammer. It was time to get rid of it once and for all.</p>

 

 

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">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.</p>

 

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 8pt; line-height: normal;">About a week later, I got another package in the mail. This time it was from my friend Jessica who had recently gone insane and sent to a mental hospital for no explicable reason. I opened it to find a cartridge and a letter. I threw both into the trash late at night.</p>