All you need to know is that my first name is Benjamin. Please, call me Ben.
I don't remember much about before I was 17, but I do know I wasn't exactly all that happy with the way things were going when I was alive. My parents kicked me out when I was 18 (they assumed I was ready enough) and I was forced to rent a small apartment that only me and my pet turtle could fit into. I rarely had friends over, due to the not-very-spacious three rooms I resided in. When my birthday was due in two weeks (I would finally be 19 and I almost had enough money by the time to afford a larger apartment), my turtle passed away and I was devastated. I even gave him a mini-funeral. I promised myself then I would give everything I watched die/saw dead on the ground a proper burial and a moment of silence. Even a few flowers.
By the time I turned 19 and a half (yes, I celebrate my half-birthday too), I had moved into that bigger apartment I was talking about earlier and decided to live my life for the better and have more friends.
While I was one amongst the living, I met this pretty nice guy. He was tall, brownish-blonde hair tied up into a pony-tail and some thick-rimmed black glasses. That's pretty much what he looked like. Soon after, we became best friends and we decided to move into a dorm together. So, once again, I packed all the shit I could possibly need in a dorm room into my few boxes I owned from the two times I had moved before (I sold the rest of my stuff, I got some pretty good money) and we were on our way to the University of Louisiana. I loved Louisiana. It was beautiful down there. All the gumbo, street preformances in New Orleans, it was the life.
Until the incident, of course.
After that it was no longer "the life." Ba-dum tshhh. Haha. I'm so funny.
I was with my roomate on his boat and we were both just speeding around when we hit a big wave and I fell backwards along with a few other things. One of the objects that came flying was the cooler. A big, heavy, plastic cooler. It hit me right in the face and knocked me out cold. I fell into the water and I wasn't conscious so I just floated there while my buddy tried to turn the boat around. By the time he got me up onto the dry land, the EMS was already there. They gave me CPR, everything. They tried to revive me with the thing I always forget the name of that they rub together and shout "CLEAR!" as soon as they put it on your fucking nipples. I passed away after being in a small coma for three days.
I never mentioned this, but I was always into gaming. My favourite series just happened to be The Legend of Zelda. I've played every single game up until the year I died. The most recent game just happened to be Majora's Mask. I beat it a couple times, (something around 11 or 12) and soon enough I fell in a deep obsession over that game. My favourite temple was the Stone Tower Temple in Ikana Canyon. I loved it there. Especially when you defeat the mini pre-temple boss. I forget the name of him now, but he was my easiest fight. Especially his two minions/servant things at first. After you had defeated him and proved yourself worthy or whatever the hell happened after that, he granted you the ability to play the Elegy of Emptiness on your Ocarina with it actually doing something (I had tried to play it numerous times before since I have heard of it and my friends say it sounded pretty cool. As you can probably tell, nothing happened). Boy, I was always a sucker for creepy or weird (or whatever the hell you wanna call it) things. The statues were my all time favourite things in this entire game. They just kinda...bored into your soul. Like the Gossip Stones before you get the Mask of Truth.
This weird thing happened to me after I died. I felt like I was still dreaming. I felt like there was only my soul left. I was being sucked in by something, I don't know what, but now that I think about it some kind of creepy melody played in the back of my head.
I think it was the Elegy of Emptiness.
I'm not crazy! I'm not trying to sound obsessed with this game to the point where I convince myself I'm being sucked into a world in which everything must be referenced to Majora's Mask.
I'm trying to TELL you I was being sucked into this horrifying yet so magnificent game created by Nintendo.
Right into the elegy statue that took up the form of Link.
And now I'm in this stupid Under World shit.
Never said I didn't love it here.
I've been here for about...hm...Let's say...er, three years now? Everyone's pretty cool. I guess. I have a new roomate/best friend. He has a name for himself: Jeff. Jeff the Killer. He's fucking crazy, I swear. But we have the best of times together. Our feelings recently have been showing to be getting stronger and stronger. I've never been happier in my life.