Mario Paint (Bootleg Edition)
Do any of you remember Mario Paint? Well, it was a game released for the NES. It was very cool and you could make simple music pieces using simple tools, simply simple. OK, how many times am I gonna use the word simple? OK. Moving on. I went to a garage sale, right? There was this game called Mario Paint (Bootleg Edition). I picked it up and I dusted it off.
A strange man showed up. He touched me with his wrinkly hands. That slothering down my chest and towards my penis for reason. I was confused. He started to talk to me.
"Take this game for free, nothing could possibly go wrong." He said. My hands were shaking. My back was aching. My eyes were assaulted by the view of his bare buttocks. He was, naked.
I just took the game and I ran away. What was wrong with that guy? He was pretty sus. Oh my gosh. I was excited to play the game.
I went home. I saw my NES. There was something covering the boxart. It was a note.
"Please, do not play this." Maybe it was from the original owner? It was a warning alright. Making me feel, horrified.
I inserted the game. There was blood all over the screen. The musicial items were replaced with what looked like skulls. Not real skulls, of course. Instead pixelated skulls, of real people!!!!111
I was so scared that I almost shat my pants. Yes. You heard me right. I almost shat my pants while playing a bootleg copy of a game I liked as a child. Whoo-hoo.
For some reason, a song was already made. I recognised the song. It was, The Sound of Silence by Simon and Gurfunkle? What a interesting song! But it was only composed of loud screaming and what sounded like static. But the static itself was black and I was spooked.
Boris Johnson appeared on screen. He died. Slowly and painfully. By Mario. Mario said something super scary.
"I fucking hate politics!" He said. I was shocked. Mario swore in a Nintendo game? Holy hell. WTF?
The next thing I know, the music stopped. I heard what sounded like footsteps. Then some almost animal-like scratching. The blood on the screen was soaked in. The blood looked scarily realistic.
I screamed. I vomited. I shat myself. I did everything at once. I knew that I was in a terrible excuse of a actual Creepypasta.
Mario seemed, sad. Like, very sad. Not how he normally is. I knew that this wasn't normal. Not normal at all.
The music was now backwards. Not forwards. I was a pansy. So, I screamed my ass off.
This game wasn't normal. It wasn't. It just. It just felt, off. Yeah. It felt off right?
The music stopped. Silence. Actual silence. It filled the air. I was scared.
Luigi was there. He stared at me. With a gloomy expression. He eventually just disappeared. Bro just became my dad. Because he's gone forever. I miss you, dad.
Anyways. Mario looked, angry. He bashed his face against his canvas. Ripping through it. He said stuff like "Motherfucker!" and "I hate my fucking life!", this wasn't normal, at all.
Honestly. I mean seriously. This was, off. Very wrong. Mario seemed to be crying and raging like a kid who didn't get the candy from the white van that clearly says that there is free candy inside of the van. Peach seemed to be there. She was a witch. Holding a cauldron, riding a broom, cackling and holding a wand.
Mario used water on her. She melted. Into a puddle. Just leaving the hat and cape and a bit of green from her face.
Mario started to rage more. Kicking his brushes and paints all over the floor. Destroying his supplies. He was mad and full of rage. He was so angry.
Yeah. Mario. He. Was. Pissed. Off.
You could say that. 100%. Mario. Is. Super. Pissed. Off. For. Some. Reason.
Music began to play. At the two minute mark, it stopped. Something was wrong. Super wrong. Mario appeared holding a flamethrower. He burnt all of his art things. He just stood there, smiling.
This time, his smile was. It was. It was well and truly. It was really. Evil. It was a evil smile.
It got wider. Wider. Wider.
He wanted to consume me. Or my soul. Either way. I wasn't ready. Nope. I wasn't. At all.
Luigi was dead. He was. Yes. You heard me. Didn't you? Didn't I? Didn't we?
Yes. He. Was. Dead. Forever. And. There. Was. No. Way. To. Get. This. Motherfucker. Back. Bitch.
Yeah. Sorry for swearing. Mom will be mad. She will be as pissed as Mario. If she finds out. Well, she's dead. So, she won't find out.
I shat my pants. Mario seemed fuming. He was resentful of everyone and everything. Including me. This was the least of my worries. A being of pure chaos came down from the screen. It was a single eye called Drykev the Destroyer of Worlds. Badass name. Am I right?
But he killed Mario by calling his game bad. Mario had a heart attack. He died. And he died. While he was crying.
The eye soon left. Yes. What a hero. Mario was actually dead. He wasn't pissed. He was dead. Complelely different.
My NES crashed. How? How? How it crash? How tho? Why tho? Who tho?
After that, I threw the game in the garbage. I spat on it. Because I'm a badass motherfucker. Oh yeah. I fucked your mom last night 3)
I never played that game ever again. Yeah. That's it. I hope you enjoyed my 1000000000% true story of epicness. LOL. Be sure to hit the dab. Yay. So, see ya bitches!!!!111 :)
Written by TheBigLG
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