When I woke up I had a NBA 2K12 logo on me and an image of Michael Jordan dunking. Right above it had a sign that said PS3. I didn’t know where I was because I have no eyes. I waited where I was wondering if I had gotten kidnapped from where I used to live. I used to just be a blank C.D and I always thought I would stay that way. I must have been turned into a video game. I’m glad that I was turned into a PS3 because I heard that XBOX 360 makes scratches in the disc’s. I was deep in thought when someone picked me up and led me to a dark room with other games just like me.
The room started to move and then I realized I was in a car. Maybe I was going to the place where I was going to get sold. Once the car stopped the man got out and brought us to the store called Best Buy. The only reason I know this is because I heard someone exclaim when I walked into the place, ”Welcome to Best Buy”. I got put on a shelf and left. I knew usually it took about a week to get bought so I just slunk back and relaxed and went over what had happened. A few days went by and all the action that had happened was a few people picked up my case and studied the back. Then, one day, a person picked me up with his meaty hands and said, “I want this game” in a booming voice. I was checked out and brought home to my new friend.
Once I got home and immediately smelled the aroma of flowers. The man yelled, “Mom I bought another video game”, his mom yelled back, “Get a life your 42 and live with your me, your mom”. The man ignored the comment and went into his basement. The only reason I know it was his basement was because I felt myself going down and dampness moistened my C.D. He put me in his PS3 and immediately it felt like a million back massages all over. I assumed this man is a big gamer so I assumed I would be in here for a while. The Playstation 3 he was using was new but had I could tell it was well used. After about 3 hours and took me out for Modern Warfare 3. I was disappointed plus all he did was set me on top of my case. I was dying to go back into the Playstaion 3 but he wouldn’t play me for about 3 weeks and then gave me an other try. He played me for 11 hours straight and then mumbled about how he had to have his cousins and their children over. The man took me out and put me on top of the case.
A few hours later a little boy sprinted downstairs. I knew it was a little boy since I had heard him babbling for and hour straight. He walked right to the video games and started tossing them like frisbee’s. Once he got to me he tossed me across the basement and I hit the a wall and cracked in half. It was a weird feeling to have two parts of you in different places. The man ran down stairs, saw the boy throwing his games and freaked out. He threw the boy across the room like I was recently thrown and he happened to land right on me. Now I know what it’s like to be in 4 pieces. Later, after the family left the man ran down stairs and started crying. He was groaning and balling his eyes out when he came to me. He picked me up, told me he was going to miss me and tossed in the garbage can. Later that day the garbage man came, tossed me in his truck and I began my next journey.
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