A Boxed Game

Let me start and say that I'm a huge fan of gaming, ever since my mom bought Wind Waker for the GameCube when I was 3 or 4. But that isn't important.

What's important is the story I'm about to tell you.

It starts 3-4 weeks after summer break began in the Boyd County district in Kentucky. I was sitting home alone, my mom, dad, and sister out gallivanting around town. I was playing PlayStation All-Stars when I heard a knock on the front door. I went to open it to find a package addressed to me, but with no return address. I took it inside and opened the box. Inside was a still-wrapped copy of Saint's Row IV: National Treasure Edition. I was really giddy, and skipped to my room to play it.

I took All-Stars out and put SRIV in. The boot-up was normal, but things got weird at the main menu. There was no music, and the camera went over empty streets. I was a bit unnerved, but continued onward. My character was the same as when I rented it from the library, a busty, sandy-blonde haired girl. It played like normal up until I got to street level. It was empty. I was unnerved a little more. A mission popped up.

I waited for Kinzie to brief me, but nothing. I followed the marker to a warehouse. My character sounded worried, like she expected something bad to happened. I pressed on only to find my old male character, modeled after me, lying in 2 pieces, his spine showing. He spoke to me, not my character, ME. He said,

"Why?"

"Why, Tanner?"

I was very unnerved by this, but I pressed onward. I saw a terrifying creature, it looked like the Rake, but it was deep black and had short claws. It lunged at my character, ripping her apart. It was realistic, and very sickening.

I nearly threw up. When I swallowed the nastiness trying to surface, I saw, scrawled on the wall,

"Are you happy now?"

I was extremely scared. I tried to turn the PS3 off, but to no avail. I just had to watch as my character's body was mangled even further. It was disgusting. I could handle gore, but this was too much. Eventually, a girl that looked like my character, only younger and paler, slowly walked onto my screen and she opened her mouth and screamed like a banshee. I had to cover my ears just to stop them from bleeding.

After about 10 or so minutes, she stopped and my PS3 shut off. Scared, I called Volition to tell them about my experience. Of course, they didn't believe me. Desperate, I took the game out and put it in the case, and placed it in the box and put it in the building. I twiddled my thumbs before deciding to play some Soul Calibur 5.

After about 30 minutes, I went out to the building and grabbed the box and put stamps on it and wrote, "Whoever the flip gave this crap to me." I put it in the mailbox and went back inside to play Soul Calibur 5 again. The next day, a letter appeared in the mail, again with no return address, saying,

"Thanks for playing."