Initially I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots, but given the events that happened afterward I'm not so sure now. As I came to the last one, for some reason it looked almost like Majora's Mask - the same heart-shaped body with little spikes protruding outward. Curious, I looked through them - it was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale, these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. Littered across his table were rather… peculiar paintings various artworks that looked like ink blots that a psychiatrist might show you. As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table. He assured me he'd be back in a 'jiffy' and turned to head back into the garage. I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few ones in an old box.

I forced myself to look to his left eye instead, trying not to offend, and asked him if he had any old video games. He flashed a crooked smiled at me and asked what I was looking for, and immediately I noticed that he must be blind in one of his eyes his right eye had that 'glazed over' look about it. All I can tell you is that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there were other people within shouting distance, I would not have even thought of approaching this man. It was odd, if you asked me to tell you why I thought he was displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything - there was just something about him that put me on edge, I can't explain it. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. 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.

Ben and ed free play