There I was. I had been exploring a new part of the city I hadn't been before. I discovered a small pawn shop filled with various nick-knacks and patty-wacks in my search for NES cartridges. As I rustled through the boxes of shrunken heads and skin-lined books I found an old NES cartridge with no label. When in doubt, you buy that shizz, so I took it to the elderly gypsy woman who owned the store. She looked up from her battery-powered crystal ball and stared at me with her white, pupil-less eyes. I asked her how much she wanted for the game, making sure to throw in the right amount of millennial slang to let her know I was hip, and she opened her mouth to respond. As she stared at me, he mouth hanging open without movement, she spoke a strange language that sounded like a mix of backward English and forward Spanish. I somehow discerned that she wanted me to take it for free... as if she had influenced my mind to know this based on the fact I was cheap. I slipped her $100 in Monopoly money and skipped my way out.
Returning to my home which was right next door I took my cartridge and blew on it as hard as I could to make it work. After cleaning it with alcohol and a Q-tip to reverse the damage I did by blowing in it, I slipped it into my knock-off NES clone system and after flipping the switch 20 times to get the Chinese POC to work, the title flicked on with the trademark poorly emulated sound chips. I stared at the screen in horror as a scary sun man stared back at me with demon eyes! The game was called Taboo: The Sixth Sense, and after looking it up online and not reading any of the mentions of it I concluded that it was a one-of-a-kind haunted devil game. The game asked me if I would like to know the future, and in spite of my lack of interest to do so, I feigned interest to not seem rude. As I entered my name, a sense of supreme dread fell over me - if I told the game my name and birthday, could it steal my identity? Throwing caution to the wind I entered my name "Asschamp" and my birthday "4-20-69". It asked me to submit my question for the future... I hesitated thinking of the possible consequences of messing with devil magic to know the what should not be known, would Allah forgive me? I bit my lip and typed the question sweating bullets... 'Will Kylie Jenner's eye shadow company succeed?' I asked to the darkness. As the wheels of unmitigated fate and horror meshed together to form the answer I sought the cards danced like flames on a hobo's trash fire. My fate was revealed to me in the form of the cards 'the staff', 'the hanged man' and 'the coin'. It was clear then that Kylie's cosmetics would be a rousing success. Shaking like Micheal J. Fox, I groped blindly at my chest to see if my soul still remained, but it wasn't over yet. It asked me to enter my state to obtain my lucky numbers. As I scrolled through the list of states... my heart stopped. I scrolled and scrolled, ever more frantically. Where was my state of Texas? Where was it?! I dropped the controller and stumbled to my globe. My fears where confirmed... where Texas was on the map, there was nothing. I ran outside and fell to my knees. TEXAS WAS GONE, I WAS IN SPACE! WHAT HAD I DONE?! I know anyone reading this doesn't know what Texas was, because it's been erased... but the oddly shaped void of nothingness between the US and Mexico... use to be a state... BEFORE TABOO!
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