Wega
It was a dark and stormy Friday night, and I couldn't wait to get home and dive into some epic gaming action on my beloved Gamecube. My game of choice? None other than the infamous Luigi's Mansion, bundled right in with the console. Little did I know, this was going to be a night I'd never forget, for all the wrong reasons.
I slotted the disc into the console, eager to relive my childhood adventures as Luigi, the ghost-busting hero. But as the game booted up, something was off. The title screen displayed a sinister twist, spelling out "Wegas Mansin" in eerie crimson letters, and there was Luigi, dressed in a menacing shade of purple. My spine shivered with a spine-tingling chill.
Everything seemed fairly normal, as normal as it can get in a creepy mansion filled with restless spirits, until Luigi ventured into that ominous room where the paintings spoke and ghosts attacked with malevolent intent. This was when the real nightmare began.
Instead of the trusty Professor E. Gadd swooping in to save the day with his trusty Poltergust 3000, he was nowhere to be found. Luigi, my cherished virtual hero, was left defenseless against the spectral onslaught. The ghosts overpowered him with ruthless efficiency, and I watched in utter disbelief as they swarmed him, draining his life force until there was nothing left but a pixelated corpse.
And then, the screen cut to black, only to reveal a grotesque image that would haunt my dreams for eternity. It was a close-up of "Wega," his face twisted into a grotesque, hyper-realistic visage. His eyes were piercing and bloodshot, like the stuff of my darkest nightmares. A deafening, ear-piercing scream emanated from my TV's speakers, making me clutch my head in agony. It was a scream that could pierce the very fabric of reality.
Terrified, I grabbed my phone and dialed the Nintendo support hotline, trembling as I tried to explain what I had just witnessed. But the voice on the other end of the line was dismissive, chalking it up to an elaborate prank or a vivid dream. They couldn't possibly comprehend the sheer horror I had experienced.
Now, the scar of that fateful night still lingers. I can't escape the memory of "Wega" and his haunting, piercing eyes. He invades my dreams, a grotesque specter that reminds me of that dark, stormy Friday night and the cursed Luigi's Mansion cartridge that forever changed my life.
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