The Destroyed Life

Hi guys. My name is Max and I am 12 years old, and a huge collector of video games. This is the story of something that happened to me the other day. I'm not sure why it happened, but it still haunts me even as I am typing this.
It all began 5 days ago when I was out walking with my girlfriend. We were walking and licking some icecream that I bought for us at an icecream shop. We came across a pawn shop, where a Wal-mart used to be located. I was curious since my mom shops at Wal-Mart ALL the time and I thought she would be the first one to know.
I pointed it out to my girlfriend. She said, "Max, I don't think that's a good idea." I asked why and she replied with an ignorant "I don't know.". I laughed and told her that she was being a sissy. Then I made my biggest mistake, walking into the store.
Upon walking in, I was greeted by a fairly old man. He asked me what I wanted in somewhat of a rude manner, not the kind I'm used to. I cleared my throat and asked him what kind of products he sold. He stated that he sold only one thing, and it was a video game.
I cheered loudly, as this is exactly the kind of thing I was looking for. My girlfriend, (I'll just call her April, as that was her name), rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Great! Some weird guy selling haunted games!"
I glared at April and took the game. I asked how much and the man said, "Quite a price, that game. It costs you only one soul."I laughed at him, assuming he was joking, but when I looked at his face he seemed deadly serious. I told him that what he said was "cheesy", but he simply said, "Take it or leave it."
Well, I"m somewhat used to hearing that when I'm haggling with retro-gamers, so I simply said sarcastically, "Here you go! One fine soul!". I reached for my chest and grabbed at it and handed him nothing. The old man smiled and said "Thank you for your purchase, young gamer. Good day." Me and April walked outside, still licking some of the icecream in the bottom of our cone. We began our 2 mile trek home.
After I walked April home, hugged and kissed her goodbye, and finished my icecream, I walked home. It wasn't a terribly long walk, only 6 blocks away. I walked in the door and, to my surprise, nobody was home. I specifically remember my mom saying "I'll be back at 6:00 honey, have fun with April!"
I double-checked my watch. It was 6:30. Well, I blew it off, as I was very excited to play my new game. I put it in the old SNES and hit the power button. I waited and waited and waited... and it never showed up. I tried blowing on the cartridge and SNES, and even tried using some Dish cleaner to get it out. I put it in again... still no satisfaction. I stomped out angrily to my bike, to ride back to that store and get a full-refund.
This is when things got weird. I don't know how to say this... but my bike was gone. It just... wasn't there. I rolled my eyes and walked back inside. I put it in one final time and flipped the switch. It worked! I was thrilled that I finally got to relive the SNES days. Little did I know that time was running out for me...
The title screen started up normally. Only one problem. IT WAS ALL IN JAPENESE! I was so pissed that I nearly bashed my game controller with a nearby hammer. Unfortunately for me, I was able to control my rage and keep playing. I hit start and the game went to a Blue Screen.
I waited for a very long time... then, to my surprise, a new title screen appeared, this time in English! The title was "Deadly Ice Ninja". Yes, an odd title, but considering it was made in Japan, I blew it off and hit start. This was when the Nightmare began.
After I hit start A blue throwing star hit the screen and the screen turned red, maybe implying that the ninja hit... you? The strangest part was that the Ninja was looking straight at me when he threw it, and the throwing star hit right in front of where I was sitting. I thought the effects were awesome and started a new profile. Unlike the title screen, there was no game music, other than a low rumble. Slowly it increased in pitch and volume. Strange... I was nowhere near the remote.
I still thought that this was awesome and kept playing. It was a MegaMan style Platformer where you threw throwing stars and slashed open enemies with a katana. Very Cliche, yes, but also in an eager 12 year old child's eyes, epic. The only issue was that there was very realistic blood, not to mention the awful blood-curling screams that could be heard from the dead enemies. I soon completed that somewhat demonic level and it said, "Congratulations! You have killed Hong-Kong Population!" My eyes bugged out at this message. I looked at the game rating. It was rated E for everyone.
My next level was in a GTA looking stage. Many gangsters and women that looked to be prostitutes roamed the streets. Yes, I was able to kill them, but they were harder then the Judo Fighters in Hong-Kong. The gangsters had guns and the women kicked you, which took away A LOT of health.
Luckily, with about a sliver of health left, I beat the level. The Bloodcurdling screams from the prostitutes, and the angry curse words from the gangsters still haunted me, but I managed to trek on.
The strangest part was the message at the end. It said "Congratulations! You have defeated the American Population!" Is this what the Japenese think of us? A bunch of gangsters and prostitutes? I was thinking of returning this game but curiosity got the best of me, as usual.
The next stage was by far the strangest. It was a Super Mario based stage and there were goombas and everything. When I reached the end of the level, I was met by Bowser. He shot fireballs at me, much like the original Super Mario Bros. boss battle. It was not all that hard. Two throwing stars and one swipe of my Katana was enough to finish him off. He left off a roar after he died, followed by him falling through the earth. The next words disturbed me.
It read:
"You will be damned for your crimes" except in Japanese. I was mad at this and I ripped this racist cartridge out of the SNES, (with the power on) and ran outside. I didn't care if I didn't have a bike! I would run there if I had too, (which I did). I came to exactly the same plaza as the one where I purchased the game and walked to the exact spot.
This REALLY creeped me out. The store that was there previously, was replaced with a Wal-Mart. There was a poster on the side that said, "You will be damned for your crimes"
I screamed and ran down the road. People were giving me strange looks. I had to run home before this got serious. I got home and bashed my game in with a hammer. I threw the remains in the fire. The fire erupted in flames and the flames spelled:
"YOU WILL BE DAMNED FOR YOUR CRIMES"
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