There was a time. A time when the new game was created. It was a joyous time. The game was lovingly crafted by its creators, and put in a dark box. The box was scary and lonely, but the game knew it was going on a journey across vast seas to its new home, where it would spread joy and merriment to the children.
The new game is awoken by a stirring. Someone is opening the box! The game sees light for the first time in several weeks as the older man takes him out and places him into an arcade machine. All the excited boys and girls circle the machine, eagerly wanting to play this exciting new game. Kids would line up and place their hard earned quarters on the machine, and spend hours each day enjoying this game. The game was happy that it was spreading joy. The kids were happy playing this fun new game. The owner was happy watching the kids play, and also happy that it was bringing in money so that he could provide for his own kids.
But after a while the kids didn't come as often. It was okay, the game was a little tired and he could use the rest. He didn't mind that the kids had started playing a new shiny game, but there were still a few that really loved him and still played him frequently, some are even good enough to complete the game in one quarter! Amazing! The game, feeling a little tired but happy, was enjoying his more leisurely life.
Then the day came where the owner pulled the game out of the arcade machine. "I'm sorry, my friend," he said, "but you're not earning anymore. I'll bring you back out once in a while to play." The game spent most of his days in a closet in the back. It wasn't so bad though, the owner would bring him out to play once in a while, the kids would be excited to see him for a while, then he'd go back to the closet.
Then after a while the owner stopped coming in. The game didn't know what was going on, but someone came in and took him and all the other games. A man opened him up, took all kinds of pictures of him. This felt a little odd to the little game, but the way he was being handled reminded him of his time with the creators. Maybe he was going to find a new home, with new kids to play with! Sure enough, a short time later he was put back into the dark box. It was still dark and scary, but the game didn't feel as lonely this time, for he knew that he was going to a new home, and he was ready to spread joy again!
After a short time, the game was once again woken by a stirring of the box, and the game saw light once again, and a man with a round face was peeking back at him. This must be the new owner! The game was excited, and the new man looked happy. Joyous times were upon us once again! The new man took the game out of the box, looking at him carefully. He seemed discouraged that the game had scratches on him, but the game couldn't help that. The man then opened the game up much as had been done before the pictures, and the man seemed happy again after he put the game back together. Now the game was happy that the owner was going to put him back into the game machine!
But to the game's surprise, the man put the game back into the box. It was dark and the game wasn't sure what was going on, but he could feel movement, and it felt like the box was being put on a shelf with other boxes. Perhaps this was like being on the shelf with the original owner, the game thought. He would take me out once in a while and play with me, and we'd have fun, then I'd rest here in the box. That was just fine to the game.
But the new man never came back. The game sat in his dark, lonely box for a long time. Nobody ever opened the box. Nobody showed the game any light, Nobody played the game. There was no laughter of kids to be heard, the only thing he could see was what appeared to be the occasional flash of a camera that was bright enough to show through the slits in the box. It was scary and lonely.
The poor game never saw the light of day again.