The deadline had arrived. Crygor had sent in his games a month ago--it seemed like he had nothing better to do than work on games. 9-Volt and 18-Volt had sent theirs in together a week later. Jimmy would probably be behind schedule, as usual. Everyone else had sent in their games at various times in the past few days to make sure they arrived on time. Except Mona.
Wario checked his email. There was one new message in his inbox.
From:
To:
Subject: Strange Games
Here they are, right on schedule. I'm sure they'll be a big hit! :)
Attachment: WW_strange_
Wario opened the attachment and extracted the files. He checked all the games to make sure they ran properly. As usual, they were silly, fun, and functional. (Thank goodness--the last thing Wario wanted was to be sued for selling a defective game. It would seriously cut into his profits!) Wait a minute--what was this? There was a text file mixed in with the games. What on earth...
Mona didn't know it, but she'd accidentally misfiled one of her lemons and sent it in with the games.
"Oh my." The writing was horrible, the personalities of the characters clashed, and the things they were doing were anatomically impossible. But Wario couldn't tear his eyes away. It was, quite possibly, the worst thing ever written. And he couldn't think of any good reason anyone would send him this garbage. He certainly couldn't incorporate it into the game, or there'd be the devil to pay.
She must really hate me to send me this.