Submitted January 1st, 1995

Submitted January 1st, 1995

It was the summer of '69, long before the joys of Mario and Final Fantasy could fill the hours of the day. It was the morning of your 8th birthday, a special day as always. My mom had put several wrapped gifts in the living room the day before, the best presents labeled as major, the less interesthing presents marked minor. There was one big minor present, something with small holes in it, which you assumed were a bunch of clothes.

It was time to open your presents, your mother surprising you by telling you that today you could open the best presents first. You opened them one after the other, and to your dismay, every single one of them contain clothes. You looked to your mom, completely confused. Your mom then pulled out what appears to be an ususual looking bacon and hands it to you.

You asked her why she just handed you bacon of all things, and you suddently her a present being ripped apart, and suddenly the worlds cutest puppy jumped in your lap, quickly devouring the bacon, and then thanking you by licking your face, as yo told your mom that she's the best, and thank her for giving you what you always wanted.

Decades have gone by, and your passion has turned to SNES RPGs, but you'll never forget your dog Freya, and and the happiness she gave you during your childhood. You also were grateful that video games weren't around at the time, so they couldn't distract you from your four legged friend like it has with with your current aging four legged creature.

The End

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Crouching Tiger, Hidden Package

by Xianmei, actually written June 23rd, 2019

Disclaimers:

Mario is the property of Nintendo, a company that regularly reminds you through its actions that a lot of games they make are great, but AAA companies are not your friend, and are in fact the poster child for buying your entertainment on sale, or secondhand.

Final Fantasy is the property of Square-Enix, one of the biggest exploiters of its fanbase on the planet.

This story was inspired by Freya, the giant cat disguised as the cutest puppy on the planet who owns an incredibly cute and creative human cosplayer named LunaLyrik, whoe ended up making me have a dream last night where I felt the desire to write this short fictional story, but kept getting interrupted.

I also want to dedicate this story to Tiger Kitty, an almost 20 year old kitty who wants to remind you that her cute, rubbale tummy trumps not only a story written by someone that gave up on being able to write even passable dialogue years ago, but also trumps the food I tried to distract her with so I could start writing this without getting interrupted. The dream became reality.