023

Horror games are interesting. All games these days are so well detailed, feeling so realistic, that it’s like you’re inside the game yourself. Still, I find the older horror games scarier. Back then the games were harder to play and not so smoothly controlled, sometimes you just were not even able to run away from a monster or fight it. Because of these elements, I’m truly interested in all kinds of retro horror games. Banned games I find the most intriguing, I mean, like, they must be pretty bad stuff if they’re banned everywhere. Come to think of it, all kinds of rare games do enthrall me.







Anyway, I’m going to tell you about a game which I was recently given and of which I’m really excited. I got hold of it from one of my friend’s brother, who had brought it home from his national service military training somewhere in the 90’s. He had never touched it, I heard, because he wasn’t any kind of a gamer. While rummaging through his old stuff a while ago he happened to find it and, knowing about my interest for rare games, he gave it to his brother to give me, instead of throwing it straight to rubbish.



So, now I had in my hands a game which was most probably developed by the military. I wasn’t expecting anything mindblowing, but I was still thrilled.



The game didn’t have a name, just a serial number: #023. It was a NES game, and it had so

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After examining the cartridge for five minutes or so, and then realizing I couldn’t get any more info out of it, I put the game into my NES, excited of the upcoming adventure. But for my disappointment, the game didn’t start with the first try. So I got up, opened the flap, took the damned thing out, blew in it and put it back. Nothing. I repeated the procedure once again, and then again. I was just about to do my fourth restart attempt when some text popped up on the screen. The title “ #023”, nothing else. But with surprisingly clear font, nothing like any basic NES pixel shit, more like Impact which is mostly used on text programs and stuff.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After the serial number faded out, came the menu. It didn’t have anything else than start and options. I checked the options: “Training #1”, “Training #2” and “Training #3”. Huh, so this really was a military training game? Probably pretty shitty one, though, like how could they ever do anything really lucrative for the NES? Anyway, I selected “Training #1” and it threw me back to menu, and I selected start.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">More text came on the screen now. It said “Training #1: Complete the mission, or you will be punished!”. Under that, it had some pixel figure, which was probably my playing character, and it had x100 next to it. 100 lives? Wow, they sure are generous.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">So, the game began. It was pretty shitty looking, to be honest. It was a 2D platform game, and kinda like Super Mario Bros, except that it was lacking colors, it was basically black and white. Controls were simple: right went right, left went left, A was jump and B was kinda weird punch. Other buttons didn’t do anything, or perhaps they were some kind of interact buttons, meant for later use. Besides my character, there wasn’t almost anything on the screen: no timer, no lives, no point-counter, nothing.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">So, I started heading to the right. Nothing happened for about 10 seconds, then a pit appeared in front of me. I stopped running, but the character had some kinda aftermath run, like it didn’t stop right a

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">ay when you had finished running. Well, without knowing this, my character ran into the pit and dropped. After

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">l detailed photo of a mutilated corpse of a man, you could easily spot every piece of tendon and part of flesh of the body. Not only was there this disgusting photo of corpse, but ears tearing screaming could be heard at the same time. It was really distorted and extremely loud, and I wished I had turned the volume lower than normal before starting to play.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This horror scene of mangled body and screaming lasted about five seconds, then cut to black and text: “You’ve f ailed the mission! Complete the mission, or you will be punished again!”. Lives dropped to 99. Then it went back to the menu again.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I was shocked and and felt a bit dizzy. What, the fuck, was that? Okay, I gotta have a break now and clear my head of what just happened, I thought to myself. I went to the bathroom to rinse my face with cold water, yes it’s a cliche, but I couldn’t think of what else to do to. Then I made some coffee and sat down to drink it. I couldn’t stop thinking about that corpse and the awful cries. Why would anybody create something like this? What the fuck does this have to do with military training? Did my friend’s brother somehow make this piece himself just to prank me? What a sick joke. After this thought, I took my phone and called to my friend.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Hey, what’s up Joel? my friend said. (By the way, my name is Joel if case you were wondering.)

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Not much man, but hey is your brother around?

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Nah man, he went to some bar few hours ago, why do you ask?

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Well I’ve some questions about the game he gave you to give me. Do you happen to know anything about it?

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Oh. okay. No, I don’t know much about it. I only remember seeing it in his shelf some years ago, covered with dust. My bro brought it from his na…

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Yeah yeah I know where he got it. But are you sure that this is really the same game?

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">-Umm yes? Why do you ask? Hello? Yo dude, are you-

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I hang up the phone. So this game was a genuine military game, a very sickening one - or my friend and his brother were two fucking liars. I thought about this long and hard while sipping my coffee. Then I decided, that even though it was the most disturbing game I’d played, I would give it another shot. Maybe I could make it through without dying and wouldn’t have to see that awful image again. So I got up and went back to living room to play it. Game was still on the beginning, nothing had happened while I was gone. I picked up the my controller and started to play.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The pit came again, this time I managed to stop the run early enough, just inches before the edge. I went back to get some speed and jumped. I made it across to the other side and cheered, but I should have paid more attention -after I hit the ground my character just kept sliding ahead and I could see something alarming in front of me. When I realized they were spikes, it was already too late. I died, and the corpse popped up again with that dreadful screaming. I tried to shut my eyes before it happened, but I couldn’t help to see a glimpse of the photo. This time it was different: it was a body of a woman, hanging down from the ceiling in some kind of hook, her arms ripped off and her face slashed into shreds. Also, the scream was different, it was even more terrifying than before. It was still distorted, but this time it sounded more of a screaming of a woman being sadistically tortured. Again this kept happening for around five seconds before it went all quiet, and I

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">opened my eyes. Same game over screen came, and lives were now 98.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? The corpses are chancing? These just can’t be real photos… Or can they? They can’t be, that would be too morbid to be true, but how can they look so precise and realistic? I mean fuck, it’s a NES game, but the images look like Full HD! Fuck, I know I shouldn’t play this anymore, I shouldn’t. But… But I need to, don’t I? I just have to try to find out if those photos are of real human corpses or not. Could military actually make something so sick as this? Use real people? I had to know. I don’t know why, but I just had to.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">So I started again. Even though I told myself I only wanted to see if the bodies were real or not, I kinda got sucked into the game immediately and wanted to start making progress. So I jumped again over the pit and even made it over the spikes. Nothing happened for about 20 seconds, then another figure showed up. It stood still, without making any movement. I stopped running but slid again for a while, so much that I almost bumped into the guy. He swung his hand and hit me, and my character fell down dead. Up came another corpse, another scream. This time it was a man tied into a chair and his stomach was ripped up. All his intestines and guts were on the ground and a stray dog was devouring them, looking extremely crazed. This time the bawling sounded like if a middle-aged man was being tortured and there was also some gross, soggy sound like if someone was ripping out flesh or organs or something. Again, it lasted about five second and game over screen game.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Man, that looked pretty realistic. But there was something weird about that dog, could it possibly look like that in reali

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">ty? I started to wonder if maybe all that I saw was made with some photoshop or something. Like, after all they’re just dead bodies, it’s not that horrifying. They’re probably just some actors with very good make up and stuff. That must be it. But I, I wanted to take a closer look at them, I mean how well were they masked and stuff. Like fuck I totally went for it first time.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Again, beginning, the pit and spikes, then came the dude and I remembered B was some kinda punch. I went near the guy and pressed B, guy fell like me when he hit me, making disturbing scream while falling. I don’t know why, but I let out a little giggle. Anyway, I kept going, another pit came and I fell, another disturbing photo of a corpse appeared with a scream.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This time it was a teenage boy. He had all of his limbs cut off and a fire axe stuck out of his head. The shouting this time was like somebody was burned alive, and it sounded twice as much awful in distorted. Again, few seconds and start from the beginning.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I kept playing this game, not knowing why. Eventually, I started to get used to all the photos and screams, maybe

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">because the game was pretty hard to play so deaths happened all the time. When I made it through the first level, I had about 65 lives left. The level ended kinda unexpectedly: after running in nowhere for 30 seconds, a building appeared, and my character went in. Text popped: “Level one: Completed. Level two: - Level three: - Level four: - Level five: -“. So, there were five levels, huh? Well, I’m sure I can make those through. I mean, like, the corpses aren’t that bad after all, and the screams are okay, they’re even a bit enjoyable, they gave nice adrenaline bumps every time I heard them.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Unfortunately, I had to finish that day’s session. It was 2 AM and I had to get up for work at seven. So I closed the TV but didn’t shut down the NES, because I didn’t want to risk losing my progress. When I went to bed and closed my eyes, I couldn’t stop the grotesque non-stop show of the mutilated bodies and echoing screams in my head. But instead of being anxious, I felt astonishingly relaxed. When I woke up, I still had the images hovering inside my head, but it didn’t bother me. When I went to work, some of my colleagues said I looked a bit shocked and asked if I was alright. I didn’t tell them about the game, naturally, like who the hell would be so stupid. “- Yeah hey listen I have this awesome game in which realistic photographs of mutilated bodies pop up whenever my character dies!” Sure. If I had walked around telling people how I spend my time after work, they would have called me insane. Immature and insane. Yeah… Insane… I, I wasn’t insane, was I? No, why the hell would I even think that. I was just a person interested in many kinds of things, there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Anyway, I stopped working around 6 PM and headed straight to play #023.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">On level two, colors started to appear. Not many, mostly orange, yellow and red, and not all the time. It was still mainly grayish. Images in this level were kinda rougher to look at, though, they were like the next level of brutality: more organs were ripped of, faces were even more mutilated and so. The pictures were also more detailed than before. Also screams had gotten more exciting, they weren’t so much distorted this time, they were clearer and purer, more pleasant for ears.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I had 33 deaths before making it through to the level three. While being on level two, I started to find the pictures engrossing. It was interesting to see what kind of technics were used to kill the victims, how badly he or she had to suffer before being put down and of course, how much blood was splattered. Anyway, on level three more colors started to emerge, now there was also blue, purple and green among the reddish tones. The screams had become even clearer and smoother than before, and something had happened to the pictures, they were some sort of .gifs now. In the .gifs’ there were mostly people in terrible pain, while some of his or hers body-parts were missing or some of his organs were ripped out, eye-balls were hanging out etc. I’m not going to recite all of the Gifs, but this one I want to tell: there was a boy, about 6 years old, and he was in a bathtub filled with acid. He was in unbearable agony, crying and screaming and gasping while he slowly started to melt, down to point where you could see his skull.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Level three wasn’t very hard. I only died 22 times, which made me a bit sad, because I would have wanted to see

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">some more suffering. Never mind, I thought, I’m sure level four has lots of lovely cruel-some to offer me! But when I got there, I wasn’t rewarded but seriously shocked instead. It was unbelievable. Level four was full of color, especially green. There were lots of plants and trees and all kinds of wildlife. It hurt my eyes. What the fuck happened? I started running fast to the right, nothing happened for five minutes, and I was getting really anxious. Where the fuck was the fuel for my passion? This is freaking idiocy! You just can’t put me into level with nothing in it! SERIOUSLY WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYTHING?? I WANT TO DIE FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!! I WANT TO SEE BODIES!!! I WANT TO TASTE THE BLOOD!! I CAN’T BEAR THIS! I WANT TO… My rage started to fade with the fact that the level had ended. So, level five, eh? This has better to be good one, I mean seriously. A really fucking good one.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">On level five, I died immediately. The first death screen was a about a 10 second video shot of a woman being brutally stabbed to death with shears. Ohhohohoo yes, finally! Also the screaming was now in sync with video, without any distortion in it. I mean, fuck, actual real live videos! I had an awesome movie night: 10 extremely brutal executions, just what i love! The final video was the best: There was a baby tied up in a high chair, scared and crying. Then a man appeared and started to shred the baby’s head with a grater, slowly and calmly like grating parmesan on top of a bowl of spaghetti. It’s amazing how long a small person can take torture until finally dying, who knew!

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">After that, the real game over screen appeared. It said “Training #1 completed”. This was when I realized what h

<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">ad happened: I had turned into a bloodthirsty maniac. But, it wasn’t that bad, actually. On the contrary, I felt good. I felt that I finally was the man I truly am. The real me. A killer.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and a cleaver. Then I went to the bedroom and put my ski-mask on. I looked at myself on the mirror and saw me, as pure and true I’d never been before.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I was ready. I opened the front door and stepped outside. Playtime.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">By the way, there’re few things you might wanna know.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Everything you read above was bullshit, or at least, almost everything. You see, there’s no game named #023, I don’t have any friends and my name isn’t Joel. But one thing is true, I am a killer. And while you were reading this, which was probably from 15 to 20 minutes, I had enough time to track down your IP-address. Now I know where you live and who you are, and you can probably guess what I need this information for.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">If you’re asking why… Well, let’s just say that I have a passion which is killing, and I have to fill it somehow. Don’t believe me? Then tell me what are you doing here, reading creepy stories? You were filling your passion, the need to feel being creeped out and scared, right? Well, I promise you that you’ll get some of those feelings while waiting for me.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Oh by the way, I’m sorry if I’m not behind your door in the next couple of days yet. You’re not the only one who decided to come here to fill their passion, you see. But don’t worry, you’re on my list.

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">See you soon!

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<p style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;tab-stops:72.0pt"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">-Ethan

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