The story of a boy...
There was a boy once, he met his friends at the mall and he hung out. These were innocent times when boys could be boys and they could go off alone without fear of danger for themselves or their parents. His friends went on ahead, but he decided to stay and check out the game store to see if anything cool had arrived. There waiting for him was Mario, he seemed friendly and the boy didn't think anything strange of taking him home, Mario reassured him that they would have fun together. That night, Mario hid himself as best he could in the closet until it was time for bed. Until finally when the light clicked off and the door closed he emerged from the closet, alone with the innocent boy. Mario reassured the boy as he enticed his innocent fingers to open his package, until he felt the warm hand of the boy close around him which sent a shiver of anticipation through him. That night was the night the boy lost his innocence as Mario was pushed inside and a whole other world opened up to the boy, a strange and not always pleasant world at that. That night it was only the creek of the bed springs which alerted the otherwise oblivious parents to what was going on inside the boys bedroom. Suffice it to say, they were horrified when they opened the door on the boy and Mario. They saw to it that was the last the boy saw of Mario as the father dragged poor Mario outside and beat him with a hammer.
;_;
My true story.
Tease.
