Pong: Satan Revision

I used the love playing Pong, dare I say "used to", I stopped playing Pong when I realized it was the product of hell itself. It all started with me and my friend figuring out what we wanted to do. A thought rushed to my mind I asked my friend,"Wanna play some Pong?" he said "yes." So we went down to my basement that had old arcade cabinets from the 1970s-early 1980s. We found Pong and started to play it, all was normal at first, then the paddles started to go out of control and then it went to a little terminal,

>Satan: Everyone can see you, your friends are not your friends, your family is not your family, you are a waste of life and must be abolished

With that said, I got out a sledgehammer and tried to smash the arcade cabinet, but the sledgehammer caught on fire

>Satan: Thought you can destroy me can you? Foolish mortal, I am the god of the underworld and I will bring you down alongside my minions

Then it went back to Pong except the ball was moving increasingly fast, my friend lost the game and died in real life.

>Satan: Ha, your friend has joined us, you're next

With that, it went back to the game, except the second paddle was moving automatically, no one had their hand on it. I lost the game, skeletons popped out of holes in the wall and I'm dead now. Now as I write this in hell before the lava lake awaits me, all I gotta say is don't play Pong or the same fate will happen to you too.

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