The next day, I woke up, brushed my teeth, and ate breakfast. I went to Gamestop, bought a Nintendo 64, drove home, ate dinner, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.
I had memories of playing this game, so I decided to take it with me so I could play it later. I was driving home from work one Friday night when something caught my eye when I was driving on the bridge that led to my hometown. Let me tell all of you reading my story of this cursed copy of Super Mario 64. The copy of Super Mario 64 that I played has tormented me in several ways. I want to get this off of my chest so that each of you reading know about the copy of Super Mario 64 I played. My name is Ethan, and I would like to share with those of you reading a story about a game that has had a big impact on my life.
Thank you to those who read this creepypasta, and I hope you enjoy reading this! This creepypasta is inspired by the Every Copy of Super Mario 64 is Personalized conspiracy theory. This is a creepypasta based around Super Mario 64.
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