You were sitting in your room, a “fresh” game cartridge in hand and as many snacks as you could find in your house by your side. You had passed by a yard sale with a box of various games and trinkets pushed into a corner when you saw it. A copy of Majora’s Mask that the owner was just giving away. It seemed too good to be true, and in a way it kind of was. The game had been glitching out on you all day with text boxes appearing where they shouldn’t. It was like the game was talking to you.