I swear, this is the last time I am buying a Pokémon game from the flea market.
So I think it was some date in June or something, I don't even remember. All I remember was that there was some flea market near my hometown. I was strolling along with a friend when I saw a vendor selling video games. Curious, I stopped to check it out.
The game boxes were... interesting, in that they were regular cardboard boxes with the name of the game they contained written on it in black permanent marker. Obviously, SOMEONE had decided to sell his used games.
My friend and I decided to just see what the hell this clown even sold. They were popular titles of (mostly) GBA games - I dunno. However, there was one GB game there - Pokémon Yellow.
Now, I knew that the full name of said version is Pokemon Yellow: Special Pikachu Edition, but for whatever reason, "Special" was spelled as "Spacial". What was even more odd that rather than laughing at the kids game, my friend was kinda just staring at it, a little creeped out, perhaps... Anyways, since I didn't have the game, I asked the man selling the games how much it cost. "You can have it for free, mate," he said. So I took it.
Things got odd when I got home. Rather than welcoming me back, my family just gave me a look, like I had a third arm or something. I didn't pay much attention to that, because I just wanted to play the damn game.
I went to my bedroom, removed the packaging tape, opened the box, and...
A SKELETON POPPED OUT.
After crying blood, vomiting, explosive diarrhea, shitting enough bricks to build a house with, going on countless online physics forums to figure out how a whole human skeleton could fit into a 4"x4" box, and blowing my brains out with a shotgun (twice!), I woke up in the hospital, and realized something.
THERE NEVER WAS A FUCKING GAME IN THE BOX.