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But there was still those nostalgic memories I wanted to relive. After a quick search online, I was able to find a mint-condition Pokemon Stadium cartridge on eBay. After five days of strong anticipation, I finally had reunited with one of my most cherished childhood memories: my favorite game for my favorite console.
With intense excitement running through me, I placed the game into the N64 while dressed in my homemade Pikachu outfit and pressed start. It showed the N64 as it normally would, but something
From that point on, everything was normal. The opening screen, menu, and city selection screen looked perfectly normal. I decided to relish in the minigames before doing any battles. But that was when things got weird.
Rather than say
I decided that the funniest game would be the first to be played: the clefairy memory game.
Once the game started,
However, instead of a toy hammer hitting them, a real metal sledgehammer appeared and hit them each time they missed a note. It sounded like an actual impact of metal against skull, with blood seeping from their heads. They would scream in pain, and each scream sounded strangely realistic; almost as if something in the TV was making that noise. Despite this, I somehow managed to play through the rest of the game. The clefairies became more bruised and beaten as the game progressed, with tears and blood disfiguring their appearances more and more. Upon losing their HP, they'd lie motionless on the ground, a puddle of blood growing around them.
I was naturally shocked at what
I began to realize I might have come across some grotesque mod cartridge. I decided to play the Pikachu/voltorb game to see what would happen.
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Like the clefairy game, the pikachus and voltorbs looked incredibly scared of some sort of impending event.
The game began with me racing to first due to my strong button-mashing skills. In but
The lightning built up in the lightning rod as it should have, but the pikachus and voltorb let out a scream in agony as the lightning hit them. Once
I was shocked, but I moved
The Lickitung game. They were eating putrid (and often toxic) items that would make them constantly throw up everything
The Ratata game. They were walking across conveyor belts littered with broken glass and nails that were coated with blood. They would screech in pain as they ran, intensifying upon jumping.
The kakuna/metapod game. If any lost their HP, there would be a sickening crunch and they
Hell, the magikarp game. The button on the counter had sharp spikes pointing downward that would visible impale the poor fishes.
Every game featured some sort of gruesome twist on the old games I knew and loved. Each was worse than the last, and the pokemon seemed to become more fearful as the game went
In a grueling half-hour,
All there was was some text. No Pikachu sound, not N64 logo, just text.
A selection box appeared. Yes or no.
"No."
A pause.
Another yes or no.
"No."
"No."
No selection. I looked around while horrified, hoping this was an elaborate prank.
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I decided to do the crazy thing. Talk to my TV.
There was a long pause, about thirty seconds.
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I hit start.
Yes or no.
...
...
The screen went black, leaving my bedroom in total darkness. Even the light on the N64 went out.
I navigated through the darkness to examine the TV. It was
Then...
I heard something. I heard a rattling noise come from the wooden casing the television was perched on. I reached out to touch the TV, it was vibrating. The screen flashed on, the brightest static possible prompting me to jump back and shied my eyes. The TV was shaking to the point where it was completely noticeable.
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After a cracking noise, the screen exploded into thousands of pieces as a cornucopia of tendril-like wires shot out and barely missed me as they implanted themselves into the wall.
When I reached the first floor, I noticed that the house was shaking as if an earthquake was afoot. Vases and pictures were falling off of their perches and tables to shatter on the floor. I lunged for the front door and ran across the street that
The windows on the upper floor glowed brightly and began to resemble eyes. The entire lower floor grew a huge crack as it formed a mouth with sharp, massive teeth. And then the dirt and foundation around it began to swell as the house rose and revealed a massive 10-story robotic body. It looked to the skies and gave out a massive, ear-splitting primal scream that rocked the city and shattered windows for miles.
The monster had managed to reach me and wrapped its hand around the limo. It spun me around like the iron giant and let go, sending me sailing over the city.
I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I watched the city beneath me roll by. Heck,
I clenched my eyes shut as hard as I could and wrapped my arms around my head as I neared the ground. It was followed by the loudest smash I had ever heard in my life.
There was nothing visible in the windshield due to the massive dust cloud before the limo. Coughing up dust and debris, I tumbled out of the inverted limo and onto the floor of whatever structure
I could hear other people coughing. As the dust settled, I realized
There were about twelve girls there. The closest one looked at me with rage.
Then the other girls ganged up on me and began slamming me with their pillows, inflicting a surprising amount of pain on me.
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I ran down the hallway in the opposite direction of the room. The supermodel with the bazooka jumped out of it and aimed me down from her point.
However, the wall behind her smashed to pieces as a massive robot-hand reached through and grabbed her. She screamed as she was lifted out, dropping the bazooka.
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I armed myself with the rocket launcher and strapped it to my back.
It climbed to the top of the building, flailing us about as bi-planes from the 1930s tried to slay the beast.
"OKAY!"
I aimed the weapon at the
It swayed off of the edge of the building and grabbed on to the floor five stories from the top. We could make a break for it.
She looked up at the floor within reach, back to me, then regrettably ran off.
The rocket sailed into its mouth. The ensuing explosion destroyed any remnant on it of having a head, followed by a massive fireball of blue flame. It formed into a demonic face and screeched for a few second before vanishing.
Then the floor became an incline as the
I climbed onto the edge, laying on my back and gasping for air. I only saw the ceiling at first, but it was suddenly occupied by the face of the girl who was only a minute ago trying to kill me.
Upon that phrase, her face started to change. What was once a face of wonder and astonishment became a look of gratefulness,
She leaned over me till she was only a few inches from my face.
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She got closer to my ear. She started to whisper.
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