Oh nice hat sir. *turns face* Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!
Recently, a customer came into the store. Disheveled and broken, he only let out a whisper before he forced an NES cartridge into my hand, light fading from his already darkened eyes. “Do This,” and he collapsed, turning to dust upon the carpet in front of me. “Wonderful,” I thought, holding the cartridge up to look at it’s cold gray exterior, “we just finished vacuuming.” Turning it over in my hand, I gazed upon its ghastly cover, a man’s face in agony, almost metaphorically split to show internal conflict. Little did I know it was a vision of a tortured future that would befall me. I heard wolf’s howls in the distance as I put in “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” for the NES. Read more »