Super Darker Mario 64: Another Damn Videogame Creepypasta

Super Darker Mario 64: Another Damn Videogame Creepypasta

I loved Super Mario 64. It was always a childhood classic that I remember playing for hours. But as I grew up in my life, I later discovered this thing called "home brews" or "hacks" and was awfully interested in the hacks and brews of the Mario series. Often I'd just look up playthroughs online and such though. Not so much to actually play them myself. I mean, I was kind of out of the video game phase of my life and considered myself a bit more of a music freak. I came to discover there were many hacks and brews of Super Mario 64, but one in particular that interested me, was one that I was told via seller information was created in 2000. It was called, "Super Darker Mario 64". This particularly interested me because that was such a long time ago and these hacks and home brews to my knowledge anyway, weren't much of a thing back then were they? Well, I went ahead and bought it for 25 bucks on this website called DKOldies. I've bought stuff from them before so this purchase seemed legitimate. It arrived about 1 week later of transaction. I was having such a rough day and wanted to get home and play it already but I had to get going to work which was so busy but short thankfully, only for one of my coworkers at the end of the shift to tell me, that apparently I've been given a code to get back in, he needed to get a stopwatch of his that he forgot inside. "Mitch, do you have a code to get back in"? He asked me. "What? What do you mean code? Just wait for the security guard to pull up and he'll let you back in.", I said. He then told me that our badges were granted codes to get back in recently. Like recently as in, 2 months ago. Pretty annoyed nobody told me that sooner! Ugh, anyway. I didn't know mine so that ended awkwardly. I remembered on the way back home to visit my childhood friend John for a little bit. I did promise to hang out tonight at his place and he was expecting me soon, so I don't want to flake on him now. We've been trying to hang out for months already. It crossed my mind, to go home and grab the game and maybe play it over at his place, but I don't know if he still had an n64 or not, I could have called and asked but I couldn't stay long and he'll likely want to kick my ass at Halo like the old days anyway, rather than take turns on an older 1 player cartridge game. I came across his mean ass neighbor Dakota. She was shooting wet clothes out from a small home built cannon tube at me. It was beyond annoying. I couldn't believe it. "What the frick is your problem, lady?" She continued to shoot at me. "Watch your language, you little fucker!". Wow, really, I thought. My language? You're the one that just said "fucker", I just said frick. So what, you old hag? Ugh, anywho, I just ran for the door. I didn't feel like getting into it with her anymore. I was happy to see my old pal and we went up to his room to play his xbox right away. His mom was upstairs across from us doing laundry, and making cracks at my flannel style over shirt. Cheap shots, such as "You know you're a redneck when your entire wardrobe is flannel bland" and "Where'd you get that flannel: JC Hillbilly?". John's brother was in the other room laughing. I said, "Boy, good thing you're not a chef Mrs. S, cause you sure are burning me a lot today!". The room went silent, and John's brother was shaking his head saying, "That was terrible", then palms his face in. "Shut-up, you butthole.", I said. "John, do you have my back or what?" Ironically, I turn around to find my best friend does not have my back but is talking trash right behind it with that old bat, Dakota from across the street! "Of course, everyone gets along with him." I said. "Even old bags like this", I said in frustration. I left extremely mad, as John and the old hag, his brother and mother laughed at me. I couldn't believe how much things changed between us. I needed a drink.... from Johnny Rockets. Sounded good right about then so I went for it. I saw the Angry Video Game Nerd on someone's phone and I peaked over to check out the episode. They were kind enough to let me get in on it. I felt better now. AVGN at Johnny Rockets. What a nice evening. Really it was. Despite all the earlier crap it was. Then I heard a loud bang from outside, and some young girl scream, "You know what, if you can't accept me for who I am in my Theistic Satanism, then you can just piss off and go to straight to hell, Daaady!". Ok... She was holding cigar that a Mexican costumer gave her inside, puffing and blowing like no tomorrow. "Excuse me, miss." the cashier said, "this is a family restaurant, there's no smoking aloud." She looked beyond pissed now. She through a chair across the room nearly toward me and the other guy watching AVGN, I was beyond freaked. I decided to scoop my food up in my backpack and bounce. The other guy thought the same, so we both fled on out of there. As I was heading back to my truck all I could hear were gut twisting screams behind me. It sounded like this girl was going murder eveyone in there and the cashier was a rather small petite, Asian man, only 5'2". I would have called for help, but it looked as though the police were already on their way. I didn't want any of this, I just wanted to go home and play my new game already! I mean, c'mon. Don't tell me I'm being selfish by not staying and helping or whatever. What could I do? I'm a single loser with a shit minimum wage job and limited with cash. I'm no fucking hero. Anyway, traffic was killer. Took me over an hour and a half to get back because of some accident which closed multiple exits. I had to circle around and u-turn all the way up by somewhere miles from my location. Upon finally arriving back I finished my food first, then plugged in the magic. It was nice to see this kind of Nostalgia again. I'm sure you've heard it all before, but I truly appreciate a good old thing like this a lot more than the modern stuff out now. Not to sound like a total goodie twoshoe dick or anything, I'm just not spoiled ok? The game began with the same opening screen. I decided, since I wasn't really that eager to get right into it, to first watch the demo mode. It was pretty much the same stuff I remember from the original. Only difference was Mario was a palette swap of green clothing and orange overalls. Pretty run of the mill I guess. I mean, it was a hack, you gotta be different. Upon 30 seconds in, I could see there wasn't any more notable difference, so I went ahead and started my game up. There was no opening sequence. There was no Princess Toadstool narrating, or koopa camera segment. It immediately started with Mario coming out of a hatch in a dark creepy looking sewer with hyper realistic looking shit. Disgusting. Well, it was supposed to be a dark version of the original so I wasn't too surprised here. As I began to move forward, I was instantly assaulted with a jump screamer of some disfigured head. Scared the living bagoojuice out of me! Then another popped up shortly after of what looked like.... some kind of wild carnivore from South Africa maybe? It was so sudden. I proceeded throughout the level to encounter my first enemy which was a giant long legged spider that made such an unsettling vicious noise at me as it tried to grab Mario from under. I was fast enough to get passed thankfully, into the next room..... It was... full of haunted shopping bags with errie but cartoonish expressions on. They moaned a rather unpleasant chant that seemed like it wasn't looping but, rather going somewhere in composition. Mario's vocal effects went from the usual "Wa! Hoohoo! Yeahoo!" slowly fading into  distressful cries for help, although nothing seemed to be causing him damage. Just sounded like he was sincerely in fear of this place. Then the screams of Mario got louder as he fell into one of the shopping bags. The expression on the bag was of agony and fear, almost as if Mario himself became the embodiment of the bag. Then a cut scene played. The shopping bags began to dance around in a circle chanting, then screaming. Screaming really high. I turned the volume down, as it only got higher. It was quite unsettling I'm just saying. I had the lights off in my Condo and it was almost 2am. I couldn't help but impulsively shout, "Who the fuck made this shit?!" Then Bowser's evil face came in and laughed like in the original when you die. It was implied that Mario had become a Black Friday sacrifice via the Black Friday mob pictures that followed. I respawned at the stage and attempted again, but this time fell through a pitch black hole. “Oh, shit and applesauce, this can’t end good.” The first thing I see is Mario’s face in the game startup screen, where you can play with it, just like the original. I was wondering why that wasn’t at the beginning at all. Mario did not look well. Oh, no. He looked far from happy.... He looked in shock. I could hear the faint sounds of scream and terror but his mouth moved in such a way that it didn’t synch well with the screaming... it just felt out of place and something to more so, censor what was being heard. It... it didn’t even sound like Charles Marinet, the voice actor for the Mario characters. It just sounded like some younger gentlemen screaming in agony. My skin was shivering... I attempted to grab Mario by the ear when his whole face disintegrated into skull with blood oozing out like jelly. The screen flashed, then Mario reappeared back to normal only his pupils shrunk as the frame froze in place of his shocking jaw dropped expression staring back into my soul. I pushed A, B, Start. Nothing happened. I was in shock a bit myself, but I was also annoyed so, I thought to just go down and hit the restart button, but then another jump scare came up with a still of someone holding a bag, no not a shopping bag, but like a sack. I couldn’t make out the objects in them fast enough though. It was an awfully suspicious looking photo for sure, but then I was spawned to an underwater level out of nowhere. Mario’s voice actor was absent. All that was heard now was the sound of someone screaming underwater, “Hellllp! Hellllp! Gaaaaa. I need to see a therapist! Gagagagaga noooooooowaaaaaaahhhhaaaaaa!” The level cut out of nowhere. I couldn’t help but just be annoyed now. “Dammit, I just want to play a fucking game not get swamped with this horrific nonsense.” So, then an option screen appeared with surprisingly rather pleasant sounding music. “Wtf was all that about?”, I said. The screen gave me the option of selecting one of two levels: either lava themed, or earth themed. I went ahead and picked lava theme, out of randomness. Mario’s voice was back this time, “thank god”. But it wasn’t long before he sounded distressed again. Oh, for god sakes, I’ve got full health so what’s the deal here? Just trying to scare me again as an excuse to take away the gameplay value? What’s going to happen, is he going to have a midlife crisis or something? Soon, I then hear, of what clearly is not Mario’s voice actor anymore, but an obnoxious impersonation saying, “NOOOO! Help a-me! I need-a-to see a doctor! My heart is-a-old-a! Mama Mia, Imma too old for this a game! Imma gonna dieee! DIEEEE! My speakers were full of distorted static. Well, it still wasn’t a midlife crisis he was having. Then all I could hear was more moaning and groaning from the same young gentlemen mentioned before. He was crying, but I couldn’t see anything. Just pitch blackness and crying. The voice mutters...”I’m so underappreciated! She never cares when I come to her. My whole life... is a joke!” I was stumped. The next scene was of a gravestone with the name Mario Mario on it that read “1943-2000”, cause of death: Was never taken seriously, and went crazy.” Oh, for fuck sake! Is this thing trying to tell me that because I didn’t take Mario seriously that I somehow killed him? I messaged the seller, and mind you, yes! I hadn’t gone to sleep yet, and it was close to 5am, I didn’t give a flying fidget spinning fuck at this point! I wanted answers dammit! I asked him if he knew the creator’s name. He said it was by the name of GuruGod and nothing more. There were so many of those online. It was going to be impossible to find this demented fuck head... but then I saw it. It was a document that contained a suicide note. It was deep and quite in detail of this person’s life. He was a kind young gentleman as it seemed. A young gentleman that was never taken seriously. I could understand this kind of thing. He went to college for game programming and... never was told he was doing a good job while the rest of the students received praise all over. He ended up dropping out and creating what I had just played before taking his own life by hanging. It became quite clear that... he loved Mario... and considered Mario to be his only friend in life. But like him, whenever he’d talk about how much he loved Mario to his family they’d laugh and mock. Mario... this game was a depiction of himself. Mario was a reflection of his tortured internal noise.