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The Lion King Sega Game Download
There are so many creepypastas out there about haunted video games and things of that nature. I've
read them and always just passed them off as just that, fake, stupid creeypasta stories, though they
were very entertaining. I never expected something similar to happen to me. It seems like the worst
things always tend to happen to those most unsuspecting and cynical doesn't it?

Well, I was at a time of disappointment in my life. I had become very ill and forced to drop out of
college. I hated having my dreams put on hold and I'd been suffering from a mild case of depression
because of it. But there was still a comfort that can only come from being back home that reassured
me a bit. But there was still the boredom I had to deal with. No job, no college, and I hate to say it
but, little friends, most still in college themselves, made each day drag by. The days spent watching
TV and old VHS movies in that familiar living room gave me some inspiration to find a way to ease
my ever increasing tedium. My VHS and DVD library had dwindled down to only my old worn out
Disney movies left unwatched, so I decided to watch one of my all-time favorites: The Lion King. The
colorful, cute lion cubs reminded me of an almost forgotten piece of my past. It was the old 1994
Lion King PC videogame I used to play constantly as a child. My mom and I used to spend hours
trying to win that old game.

The flood of old memories sent me walking to my old bedroom to the ancient computer that still sat
on a desk in the corner. I'd been so proud of that old computer when I first bought it. At the age of
11 I'd saved up enough of my allowance to buy it myself. It was heartwarming to see the old start up
screen and hear the old jingle as Windows XP started up. The bulky old Compaq Presario groaned to
life and I clicked the start button to search for my old games. Sadly the game folder was barren and
empty. Disappointed I walked in to ask my mom what happened to all our games. She looked a little
sad, probably seeing the dissatisfaction in my eyes. She told me since I had purchased a brand new
laptop a month or so ago my dad was going to sell the old computer. He had taken all the old games
and documents and removed them. She then suggested I asked my dad if he'd saved any of them.

Later that night my dad returned from his job at the factory, tired and worn. He flopped on the
couch to do what he did to relax, look up stuff on his laptop. So I walked over and asked him what
the fate of my childhood memories had been. He regretted to say that he didn't think I would care
about them anymore and had deleted them. I was clearly saddened by that, I had been really looking
forward to skydiving into an ocean of nostalgia. Hating to see his little girl (all 19 years of her) upset,
he said he'd go online and try to download as many of the old games as he could from freeware sites
and things of that nature.

Gladly my dad did find and download the 1994 Lion King Sega game, my old favorite. . Now, this
game isn't like the modern Disney games out there. It wasn't a babyish activity center or story book
game. It was a story, yes, but it was an action game. The gist of it was that you started out as young
Simba as he defeats innocent villains and animals such as chameleons, porcupines, frogs, spiders,
vultures and the harder villains: hyenas. Young Simba could defeat these adversaries by simply
jumping on them (except the porcupines. You had to growl to flip them over then jump on them).
Older Simba was oddly more violent. He could slash, maul, and flip his enemies, some of them even
showing small amounts of blood flying from them with each hit. Nothing gory and you could never
see any injuries on his enemies, but at the age of four, that seemed like major carnage.

The next morning I was glad to have the whole house to myself to play the game again. My dad was
at work and my mom was off to Lexington, Kentucky to help my almost eighty year old grandma. It
was times like this that it pays to have no siblings. So I grabbed a bowl of M&Ms and some sweet tea
and retreated to my room for the day. My dad had installed the game into the bulky old gray and
black computer the night before but hadn't seen if it had worked or not. I prayed it did as I clicked on
the file. It worked to my delight and when I saw the grainy start up screen, a picture of Priderock
with Rafiki holding up baby Simba, I pressed enter to start the game. Timon appeared on the screen
and said the old familiar words "It starts."

I worked my way through the colorful levels with ease. I remembered every trick and bonus.
Everything went well and I was having good old fashioned fun like I used to as a little kid. I made it to
the last level. The Priderock Level where Adult Simba battles Scar. I made it halfway through the
level, battling Scar two of the three times and killing off hyena after hyena. I was having a perfect
game until I made one mistake. I misjudged a jump and missed the platform I was aiming for,
sending Simba plunging into the darkness in between. That's when things started to go wrong.
Instead of just fading to black and starting the level over like it was supposed to, the screen began
flashing random colors, mainly red, black, and purple, and a sound that isn't supposed to be in the
game. I should know, I've played it hundreds of times, and memorized every part of it. The sound
was from the movie. It was from the infamous Stampede scene when Mufasa fell to his doom. It was
Simba's scream "No!" Then there was a screeching sound so loud I jumped and turned down my
speakers. I figured that this was just a hacked version of the game and someone thought it would
make the game better to add sound clips from the movie. But then instead of returning to the level I
was on, the game restarted from the beginning. That made me annoyed since I'd gotten so far. But
then the start up screen changed. Instead of the cheery screen I remembered from my childhood (or
from two seconds ago for that matter) it was dark, blurry and odd colored. Red, black and blue. It
almost looked like a night shot of the original screen. But I thought it might just be a glitch and
pressed start anyway. Instead of Timon saying his normal phrase there was a strip of red writing
which seemed to flash and twist on the screen. It said a quote that I recognized and actually loved.
"The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where
the one ends and the other begins." A quote from my favorite author, Edgar Allan Poe. I was actually
a little happy to see my favorite quote but couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Why was it on a
Disney game? And I knew for sure it didn't belong there. But I played anyway.

The first level was all wrong! First off, I had no lives left when I should have had eight. And
the sky was pitch black. The first level was usually a cheery, sunny level. Worst of all, young cub
Simba was lying down in an unnatural, crumpled position. He was bloody and shaking. This wasn't
the Disney norm at all! For the heck of it I tried to move him with the arrow keys and he reached his
arm out slowly and dragged himself along the ground, leaving a trail of crimson blood behind him
like a slug leaves a trail of slime. The progression was slow but the crisp Autumn weather outside
made me excited for Halloween so I decided to try and play this disturbed version of my favorite
game. When I needed to jump the half dead lion cub jumped almost like normal, except each jump
he lost a body part. The bloody part of him fell into the crevice he was jumping. Each jump made our
crumpled hero bloodier and bloodier. At the end of the level the hyena was different too. His eyes
glowed red and he looked as if he'd been slashed multiple times. I defeated him with two jumps, just
in time as Simba's last leg fell off. I wondered what awaited me on the next level as the first one
faded to black.

The "I Can't Wait To Be King" level was upside down and seemed to be melting on the screen, as
well as being darker colored than it should. Simba was back to the original state he was on the first
disturbed level. He dragged along as he made his way to the rhino. He jumped on the rhinos head,
his tail falling off along the way and the rhino flipped him up into the trees into the arms of the
monkeys. This is the part when Simba was supposed to jump on the heads of giraffes over water to
the other side. But there was a problem. The giraffes were beheaded. Bloodily with amazingly
disgustingly detailed. I could see the bone sticking out. I thought, "Whoever hacked this game had
even more of a dark side than me!" But I wondered how battered Simba could get across the water,
which was in this version red, blood. But he jumped from giraffe to giraffe by clinging to the necks.
The blood made him slip off quickly so I had to jump quicker and quicker to keep from falling in the
water. Later in the level the ostrich he is supposed to ride was beheaded and skinned with
frightening realism. It looked more like a photo I had seen taken at fur farms of dead animals. The
ostriched lurched in an odd, distorted way as it ran. The rest of the level was about the same. The
monkeys beheaded and the tree on fire and Simba crawled through the upside down madness. As
that level faded the screeching sound returned as well as something completely unexpected. It was
Mufasa's face. But instead of the gold color he should be, he was black and his eyes glowed green.
He opened his mouth and said in a hissing voice. "Scar is innocent, it was me."

What did that mean?! Was this twisted game trying to pass off that Mufasa was supposed to have
let go of the cliff on purpose? I don't know why but I was disturbed by that thought. "Don't be
stupid." I thought, "Don't let a stupid game make you upset about fictional cartoon lions!" Despite
the nervousness I was experiencing I continued to the Elephant Graveyard level. This one was
rightside up, thank goodness. And Simba was surprisingly normal! Standing up straight like he's
supposed to. Hmmm… maybe the hacker got bored and decided to leave this level alone. My
thoughts were proven wrong as soon as I thought them. The Elephant Graveyard was strangely
devoid of life. No hyenas came to attack me like they were supposed to. I just thought of that as an
easy out and began to run through the game. As I moved I realized it wasn't going to be that easy. I
scream ripped loudly through the speakers and the monitor, not just the screen, but the whole
monitor shook. That freaked me out but I figured it was probably just vibrating from the loudness of
the screams. Anyway, I had a new thing to worry about. The ground was literally crumbling under
Simba's feet! I had to keep running through the desolate graveyard to keep from falling into the
unknown black below me. As I ran I noticed that the spots that were supposed to have hyenas
instead had bloody skinned corpses instead. And the same hissing voice of Mufasa I heard before
sounded as I passed each one. "Death is cruel to the just and the unjust." He repeated it over and
over as a scream built up louder and louder behind it. Then the whole monitor started shaking again.
More and more violently. Then very realistic blood started dripping down the screen. So realistic I
was tempted to reach out and touch it. I indulged in my temptation and was petrified as my finger
became covered in sticky crimson blood. As can be expected, I screamed and ran from the room. I
ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. My hands were trembling as I reached for the
light switch. I half expected that distorted Mufasa face to be in front of me as I flipped on the light.
Of course it wasn't. So I just sat down and curled into a ball. I suddenly hated being alone. I yearned
for my parents to come home. It didn't help that I could still hear that scream from the other room.
My room! Where I had to sleep! As frightened as I was I decided I had to go back and turn off that
game. So I mustered up whatever courage was left in me and walked slowly back into the room. I
was almost afraid to turn and look at the computer in the dark corner of the room. But when I did I
saw the blood was gone! Maybe I had just let the disturbing game get to my head and I'd
hallucinated the blood. I mean, it was just a game, right? Weirder still is that the game had paused
on its own. As if it had known that I had fled the room. Maybe in my panic I had hit the enter button
on the keyboard and just hadn't known it. But I sure didn't remember it.

That thought was proven false as soon as my bottom made contact with the seat. For as soon as I sat
down the game started up! The screaming, thankfully, stopped for the time being and curiosity was
urging me to keep going. I knew my dad would take away the defective game off as soon as he heard
about it so this was my only chance to see what happened next. So I kept going. I finished the
crumbling elephant graveyard level and prepared for the Stampede Level and whatever dark twist was next.

But to my surprise everything was normal in this level! The sky was blue and the rocky canyon was a
bright tan, just as I remembered it. Half of me was thankful and the other half, the darker half I hide
from most people, was bored. It was at the end of the level that things changed. After Simba
escaped the wildebeests the screen cut to black abruptly and then continued to play a scene from
the movie. Well sort of. It was the scene where Mufasa was climbing up the rocks after saving Simba
from the stampede. But then something different happened. It cut to Simba staring at his dad
struggling to climb up the canyon. This scene wasn't in the movie though it was animated in just as
good quality as the real movie. Simba was crying as if he knew his dad wasn't going to make it.
Sobbing realistically. He then stopped suddenly, and turned his face toward the screen. His eyes
were empty, emotionless as he stared at me. Then he stood up and walked forward. The camera
angle switched to behind him and revealed what he was walking to. The edge. The cliff. What is
this?! I could only watch in horror as he just walked off the cliff, to the stampede below.

Then the screen cut to Mufasa's face. He saw it. He saw Simba fall to his death. His eyes were filled
with tears and he looked up at his brother, Scar, grinning down at him. "What are you going to do,
brother?" Scar asked menacingly. His eyes glowing an odd red and his paws dripping with blood.
"What have you to live for?"

"Nothing," Mufasa answered, then turned his face to the screen, "No one does." Then he let go of
the cliff and fell. Then it showed Scar laughing, his face slowly morphing into a hideous skull, pieces
of flesh clinging to it. His eyes started to drip blood as the screen faded black around the skull. Then
he whispered, "It's true for you too, Heather." Then chuckled and disappeared.

Once again I found myself running from the room. This time in hysterics. If I thought I was trembling
before then this was my own personal earthquake. In the bathroom I ended up vomiting into the
toilet. Then I just sat there, whispering, "It's not real, it's not real." Tears ran down my face like the
blood had from Scars'. How did that game just say my name?! That's not normal! Not right! But I
was the adult in this house at the time. It was up to me to go back into that room and turn that
demonic game OFF! IMMEDIATELY!

So I stomped into my bedroom angrily. I will NOT let a GAME, A GAME, control me! I glared toward
the screen and noticed that Scar was gone. It was sitting there on the Simba's Exile Level. Very
normal looking. It even had the appropriate sound for the game. Once again, curiosity got the better
of me and I dismissed the movie clip as my imagination getting the better of me. So I continued to
play the level. I was stupid, I know that now. But I wasn't one to get freaked out that easily over
things like that. I was the type who craves scary things. Loved them. So I played the game with a
cautious but curious attitude. I was just waiting for something else strange to happen. Not hoping
for it like before, more like watching a video online and waiting for the screamer. The level was
perfectly normal. "Whoever hacked this game had a twisted sense of humor." I thought, warily.
"Lulling you into a false sense of security then freaking you out in a whole new way."

I knew it was coming, but I still jumped when it happened. The Simba's Exile level ended normally as
the hyenas watched Simba escape through the thorns yelling, "If ya ever come back, we'll kill ya!"
But then it happened. Something freaky. The Hakuna Matata level started but Simba couldn't move.
It was like the game was locked up except he was moving. Not running like I wanted him to, but
shaking his head, over and over and over again. As if he was trying to shake the bad thoughts from
his head. Then suddenly, he looked straight ahead, then fell to the ground. Like he passed out only
his eyes rolled out of his head and across the green jungle grass. Then the image twisted in on itself
and faded to black. Then abruptly it switched directly to the next level, skipping Hakuna Matata
completely. It would only seem fitting that a game as dark as this skip the happiest level.

So now Simba is an adult. This was the level representing him going at night to see Rafiki. As an adult
he had his new powers of slashing and mauling. I mentioned before the brief, mild violence that
normally was in the Adult Simba levels. Well, this was much, much worse. When Simba mauled a
leopard, the leopard was ripped to pieces, and its body was left in a bloody mess, in pieces piled on
top of each other. Each one he killed off was murdered in the same merciless, violent way. I should
have known something like that was coming. Then at the end when he found Rafiki at the pool of
water and Mufasa appeared in the sky, Simba started shaking. Not randomly but in a pattern. And
sobbed sounded in beat to the shakes. Then Mufasa reached down and opened his mouth wide and
Simba just walked in and disappeared. Rafiki then looked into the screen and whispered, "The Circle
of Life is a lie. All die, all perish. Your time is drawing nearer." At least he didn't say my name again.
That was a relief. The game skipped two whole levels and I found myself at the start of the last level.
Pride Rock. It seemed normal until I moved Simba forward. Instead of immediately fighting Scar as
he is supposed to, he just ran through an empty level. No hyenas, no fire, no Scar. It was like this
until I got to the very top of Pride Rock. Where Simba and Scar are supposed to have their final
battle. I was shocked at who was waiting at the top. Mufasa?! He didn't even have a character in the
game. I wondered for a second if I was supposed to fight him. He was Simba's father after all. But
Mufasa leapt onto Simba and began to maul him. Violently, ripping off Simba's right foreleg. He
flung the leg off of Pride Rock. I moved Simba and he hobbled to his dad and jumped, mauling him as
well. The battle was pretty even, Mufasa and Simba ripping off piece after piece of each other. After
about ten minutes of fighting I lost control of them. Nothing I did effected the fight. They were
fighting on their own now. Suddenly Simba jumped onto his father, causing them both to
summersault off the edge of Pride Rock, to their doom. Then the screen flashed several times, the
scream returned, and the screen switched to a very realistic picture of Mufasa and Simba's mangled
bodies lying in a heap under Pride Rock. Then the screen twisted on itself again, and Scar's skull
appeared in front of the picture. I screamed when the skull spoke. "Heather. Satan lives in the
depths of each good soul. You can't escape him. You can't fight him. Give up before he tears you
apart." Then the screen flashed and showed a new picture. It was me, sitting in front of the screen.
Then the computer went black and shut off. As much as I tried, the computer wouldn't turn on
again. I still can't get it to turn on. Every night I see those images. I hear those words. "Give up
before he tears you apart." Sometimes in the middle of the night I look at the computer and that
skull is there on the screen. I can feel something in my house now. It's present. My mother and
father can't feel it. Their innocence hasn't been taken from them as mine has. This is why I'm writing
this. My dreams have turned to nightmares. My sweet memories, into traumatizing ones. Nothing is
left of me anymore and I'm going to take Scar's advice. These are my last words and I feel compelled
to ask you, "What are you going to do? What do you have to live for?"

Signed,
Heather Bromlei