Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25024572-20170607141552

I remember reading and reviewing "NES Godzilla Creepypasta" some time ago, and wondering something. Zach mentions that he can drive at the end of the story, which means that he must be in his late teens at this point. The oldest one could be in middle school (which is when he and Melissa dated) is 14. One could conceivably make the argument that he's at least 16 and just has his learner's permit, but he said he drove to the lake on his own, so he probably has his license, making him around 17 or 18.

Point is, it's been some time since middle school. I find it hard to believe that he couldn't, or wouldn't, go out with anyone since then. Dead girlfriend and trauma or not, he's a teenaged boy, and teenaged boys almost always think with the wrong head.

So, with that in mind, I thought it'd be fun to sort of rewrite the end of "NES Godzilla Creepypasta." Enjoy!

“Don’t give up,” Melissa said, her words shown as blue text on the screen. “I love you.”

“Erm…” I said, awkwardly.

“What is it?” Melissa asked.

“Well, you see, I sort of…well…moved on after you died,” I told her sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“You WHAT?” she asked.

“I mean, we dated, what, back in middle school? That was years ago.”

“But I died! Doesn’t that make you feel at all guilty?”

“It did…”

“Did?”

“The person I moved on to put out.”

Melissa’s pixelated form just glared at me, like she was angry or trying to take it all in. Probably both.

“So you moved on from your dead girlfriend because another girl would have sex with you?”

“I’m in my late teens playing a fucking Godzilla game. Does this seem like an opportunity I get very often?”

Melissa’s sprite threw up her stubby arms is anger and exasperation. “You know what, Zach? Fuck you, ok. I try to help you because I thought you loved me, but noooo, you moved on. Screw you.” Melissa said.

“Melissa, wait, don’t go…” I started, but it was too late. Her sprite disappeared from the screen.

“Can we talk about this?” I asked the black screen.

A blue hand flipping me off appeared.

I guess that’s a no.

Well, fuck. And that's it. Not much there, I admit, but it was just a little idea I had. What do you guys think? Was it good? Bad? An insult to a masterpiece? Leave your thoughts, critiques, and comments below. 