This clearly was going nowhere.īefore Billy left that day, he asked me if I wanted him to take the cartridge and dispose of it. But when we told this guy the story, he was as shocked and surprised as anyone, except he abruptly hung up on us. So then the obvious question was asked to Billy “Where did YOU get it from?” I got the simple answer of “Another friend of mine that I trade games with.” He assured me that this was a trustworthy person, and he had never had any issues with games he got from him before. He made it clear that he had absolutely not tampered with the game, and had no idea about any of this. Once it hit him that this was real, he was speechless. At first he thought I was pulling a joke on him, but he soon realized that was not the case. So I called him up, and told him to just come over to my apartment, which he did.Īnd I showed him the screenshots, and gave him a very basic summary of what had happened. The first thought I recall coming to mind was “…What the hell happened last night?” I thought about it for a short while, until it occurred to me to contact the person I got the game from to begin with – Billy. It felt like no time has passed before I awoke again.Īnd what a day that was. It was not a restful sleep, but one of complete exhaustion. After that, I hit the bed and instantly passed out. I backed up all the images on a flash drive before I turned the computer off, just in case. All the screenshots you’ve seen in the story were saved.
Once I was able to start walking around again, the first thing I did was unplug the NES, take out the cartridge, and put them in separate sock drawers. Going back to that night, to immediately after I turned off the NES. I am Zachary, and at the time I write this, it has been three weeks since the fateful night when I played the NES Godzilla game.
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