Quest 69: Difference between revisions

Hello.  My name is Jerry.  I am here to tell you my story, a story of video games, death, voyeurism and heart-stopping terror.  I tell my tale in the faint hope it prevents another such catastrophe.

 

 

In my living room, I was able to get Mark to talk and he assured me his poor state was not a Halloween prank.  He told me of how he was at GameStop earlier in the day, and an old man offered him a game for his Nintendo 64.  Mark found it especially peculiar as this man seemed to not be an employee of the store.  He lacked the black uniform shirt and seemed to want to keep things a secret.

 

The game he offered, Mark stated, was Quest 64, for only one United States dollar.  Mark, having never played that game before, thought it appealing to try a new game, especially an RPG for his favorite non-handheld console.  Mark noticed the poor state the cartridge seemed to be in, most notably the fact that the sticker art was torn off, and the only that described what the cartridge was, was some crude black Sharpie writing that read 'Quest 64'.