Fill my crack in

So I was sitting in my room one night, and I clicked on a video on YouTube. I was waiting for it to load, and then my room lit up for a second. I thought it was the video, but then I realized that it was still loading, and then I about went deaf because the loudest thunder I have ever heard in my entire life erupted from right outside my window. It shook my entire house, and came out of literally nowhere. It wasn’t even storming, it was like a joke from a cartoon where they say “Well at least it can’t get worse” and then it starts storming immediately. I got into a call with my friend and asked if he heard it, and apparently he heard it all the way from his house too. The best way I can describe it is that God shot a massive cannon literally two feet from my window. It was an interesting experience to say the least.

It all started 53 years ago, back when I was a fully grown little boy…

One day, while I was jumping through the street, I happened upon a large vehicle, which clobbered me violently into a nearby window. After getting my bearings, I looked up to see a young boy with a Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition in his tiny little hands. I had always dreamed of owning a Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, but my family could barely even afford Gold…

He looked up at me with those big, vibrating eyes. His two lower teeth quivered in confusion. “Muh, mahma,” he said softly.

This was my chance! I ran at him screaming and stomping my feet, scrambling his brain in sheer confusion. I shoved him as hard as I could and grabbed his Gameboy Advance SP Blue Edition, and I ran out the door. I leaped back down the street towards my home. I pulled open the door by its big, smelly handle and I let myself in quietly. I snuck past my many parents and shut myself into my room. I had made it. Finally, a Gameboy Advance SP to call my own. I will have to keep it hidden from my family. I shouldn’t ever allow them to know…

I took the Gameboy SP in my small, beautiful hands, and proceeded to slide the switch to “ON” mode. I will never forget that wonderful sound it made the first time I turned it on. And that wonderful Nintendo logo splashed my screen in sheer delight. I blew out my candle, and I pulled my curtain shut tight. I wanted absolutely nothing to get in the way of my first Gameboy Advanced SP Blue Edition experience.

Suddenly, a small man appeared on-screen. Shortly after, the word “Mario” started flashing behind him. I assume this man is the man known as “Mario”. I had seen adverts showing him on television. The title of the screen slowly lowered itself in from the top of the screen.

“Super Mario… and the legend of the Stolen Gameboy Advanced SP, Blue Edition”?!

My hart sank… as I noticed a dead pixel in the lower left region of the screen.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” I thought to myself, however, and I pressed the start button with my Feenge.

A vast landscape with clouds, bushes, and bricks appeared before my very eye. And there he was. The familiar “Mario” man I had grown to enjoy.

I pushed left on the left button. Mario himself dashed to the left. Dust between his silly brown shoes filled the air. Amazed by his speed, I quickly pushed right to test his turning abilities. I was not disappointed, as Mario changed direction in a matter of seconds. I learned the other button functions as I played…

‘B’ allowed Mario to dash at high speeds, similar to my own. ‘A’ allowed him to leap so high in the sky that I screamed in fear that, perhaps, maybe he wouldn’t come back down… Yet he always did, which engaged me in the game-world even further. I quickly grasped the concepts of jumping large gaps, avoiding enemies, and climbing a big, big flagpole at the end of each level.

I got to the fourth level without much problems. I looked into a nearby mirror and smiled at myself with one eyebrow raised and I said loudly, “Does this game think I am not good? I can handle anything it throws my way! Ahhh huhaaaaa! Auuhhh…”

Suddenly, the screen turned black… And I don’t just mean black, I mean so black… The screen looked like a big, deep, deep hole.

I said out loud, “Is this a hole I see before me?” and it echoed, like a hole…

I wiped a large chunk of sweat from my flopping brow. “That was weird,” I thought in a big bubble next to my head.

The level loaded, but this time it took a lot longer. Mario stood in place so I pushed right and he began running. I noticed the graphics were getting all jumbly. Also, the music was becoming less like the Mario theme, DA DA DAH DUH DA DAH DUH!, and more garbled, like BRRPP BRPP BRUPP BRR BRUM BRADDAH!!!

I was nearing the first gap of the stage to jump over. As I drew closer, I readied my sweating, pink thumb over the ‘A’ button. The gap was here! I pushed the button, but Mario didn’t jump… He just screamed.

“HO!”

I pushed left as far as I could and he grounded to a halt, right at the edge of the gap. I pushed ‘A’ frantically and repeatedly to try and make him jump, but he just screamed and screamed.

“HA HO!”

The camera zoomed in on my face as I pummel that ‘A’ button, trying to make Mario fill that air above his body, but all that filled the air were my friend Mario’s screams of fear.

I said, “No more!”

I pulled the cartridge from the Gameboy Advance SP and I threw it out my window. It landed in some mud outside and I laughed and I closed my window. I turned around… And I saw that the cartridge was back in my Gameboy… Mud oozed from it’s cartridge slot.

I gasped and I said to myself, “Nooo… It can not be!”

The gameboy turned itself back on. Mario’s face appeared with hyperrealistic skin pores and bloody chapped lips.

He spoke softly, “You stole me from my human… Now I, Mario of Nintendo of…[Read more]

Once upon a time I was born and the world didn’t live happily ever after