![]() I usually trust my gut on these things so I got out of the car and I was greeted by an old man. I still have no idea why it did, there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it, but something sort of drew me there. Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I ended up picking up a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye (fuck yeah), F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars. That weekend I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off campus, hitting up the local garage sales, hoping to score on some good deals from ignorant parents). His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers, and while beggars can't be choosers, needless to say it didn't take long until I became bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs. I was stoked, to say the least, I could finally play all of those old games of my youth that I hadn't touched in at least a decade. ![]() Having said that, I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. This is video game related, specifically Majora's Mask, and this is the creepiest shit that has ever happened to me in my entire life. This is not copypasta, this is a long read, but I feel like my safety or well-being could very well depend on this. ![]()
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