The Legend of Mr.AW3S0M3 (A Creepypasta)

Back in the 1980's when gaming was at it's prime there lived a 33 year old man named Brad. Brad, at this age was what you'd call a kid at heart. He drowned his many sorrows, and worries in the offerings of a newly introduced gaming console called the NES. Like many of you he spent hours upon hours sitting in front of the television playing through the massive game collection that he had amassed. All in all though it was merely an escape from his haunting past. During his early years, life was not all that great for Brad. He had spent most of his teenage life in a local psychiatric hospital for severe schizophrenia. The doctors, and nurses pretty much kept him doped up, and restrained to a bed for a good portion of his life. Brad was left to himself for the most part, unable to express his feelings to anyone.

After finally being released from the psychiatric hospital Brad found solace in a home with two adopted parents. The parents nurtured Brad's artistic interests even though they were morbid in nature. They even spoiled him with the latest VHS movies, and music tapes that he had desired. For the most part Brad kept to himself not letting anyone into his world. It wasn't until his grandmother had purchased him an NES console, and some games that he really began to open up. He had a natural talent for playing the modern entertainment marvels that were known as video games, and soon started communicating with others who also had similar interests. This of course led to many friendships, and outside social opportunities that Brad had not experienced for most of his life. Friends, and family began to see a glimmer of hope for this bright young man, and nurtured his hobby in hopes of bringing the best out of him while keeping his schizophrenia at bay.

Time passed by, and Brad became so enveloped in gaming that he let himself go forsaking all the necessities of life. He hardly ate, drank, or exited his parents house. Over time he became thin, and frail. His hair grew long, and he began to resemble Jesus in a way. Often times when he did get out to buy the latest NES game people in the store would whisper to themselves say "There's the Jesus Man", and giggle mockingly. Brad did not take it to heart though, because his only concern was getting the latest game. It had become like a drug to him, and kept his nightmarish past behind him.

Eventually Brad became bedridden in a local hospital due to heart complications. His games were no longer a comfort for him, and he became so enraged that his parents wouldn't let him go home that he fought with the doctors, and nurses on a regular basis. They ended up having to tie him down once again, and sedate him. His adopted parents were heart broken to see their son reduced back to the state he had previously been in. Eventually Brad succumbed to his heart failure, and died alone.

Unknown to his adopted parents Brad had written a final note with a rather disturbing drawing accompanying it. The following is an excerpt of that note. Keep in mind this happened just before the 90's ...

"I'm so alone ... It's so dark here ... Why won't you let me play my games!? I swear I'll find a way to play my games. I'll make everyone know my name ... I'll play games if it's the last thing I do ..."

Saddened beyond reasoning the parents laid their son to rest in a Georgia cemetery. They disregard the final words of Brad, and put the hard memories behind them.

The tale does not end there though ...

As the years went on Brad had become a distant memory, and his pitiful life was hardly discussed among family, or friends. They went about their every day lives carrying on as if nothing had ever happened. Brad's adopted siblings grew up, and eventually had children of their own. The gaming industry grew by leaps, and bounds. New gaming consoles came, and went as technology advanced. Soon enough the internet even became a huge thing with various social media innovations. Brad definitely missed out on a lot ...

In 1999, the year before the 2000 milestone one of Brad's siblings was going through their parent's belongings trying to sort out their affairs, because they had recently passed away from old age. Among the things they found was a box with the label "Brad's Stuff" on it. Brad's sister was young at the time of his passing, and remembered little about him. Curious though, she peered into the contents of the large box, and found Brad's old NES, and game collection. When she removed the contents out of the box she found an envelope containing the eerie, and sorrowful message that Brad had scribbled down before his death. Without a second thought she tossed the letter in the garbage, and decided to give her daughter the gaming system.

Like Brad, young Isabella (Brad's Niece) was an isolated teenager who kept to herself  listening to the latest music, and drowning her sorrows in what the gaming world had to offer. It's the type of behavior that the world would now classify as "Emo", and is likely what Brad would have been classified as if he were living today. Isabella thought the gift of the NES console from her mother was awesome, and hooked it up as soon as she got her hands on it. She played the massive collection day, and night respectfully for several years to come. In 2008 when youtube had become a hit among gamers, Isabella was one of the first girls to begin recording, and uploading gameplay to a youtube channel. This recorded gameplay footage included some playthroughs of games from Brad's collection.

Isabella had become quite the popular celebrity with her gaming videos, and eventually became one of the most watched youtube gamers of all time. Slowly, but surely Isabella became hooked on the popularity as Brad had done years before. It seemed like she had friends, and fans everywhere she turned. In essence it was like a drug that she needed more, and more of. As time went on Isabella improved her youtube videos, and featured gameplay from all the new consoles, and video games that came into being. She even went a step further, and began spreading the word of her gaming hobby among various social outlets. You'll know them as Facebook, and Twitter.

The world seemed like it was putty in Isabella's hand until one night in 2010 she was suddenly struck with an illness that caused her body to suddenly waste away. Doctors couldn't find an answer, and Isabella was of no help either. She kept mumbling incoherently about someone called "Mister Awesome". She simply kept saying the same name over, and over again whenever she was conscious. While she was hospitalized Isabella's mother (Brad's Sister) took it upon herself to find out anything she could about her daughter's secret life in hopes that some clue to this "Mister Awesome" might present itself. Upon entering her daughter's room the mother noticed a familiar note in an envelope resting at the head of her daughter's bed. Frightened she removed the letter contained inside, unfolded it, and gazed upon the words that were written there. As expected it contained the same scribbled words that she had read before, but there was also a newly written name included at the bottom, "Mr.AW3S0M3".

Scared, the mother looked around the house for intruders only to find no one else there. Frantically she returned back to the room to find the once blank computer screen flashing random images of various social media sites. The sites include Twitter, Facebook, and even youtube among others. Upon looking closer she could see messages being typed out to other people from an unfamiliar account titled "Mr.AW3S0M3". Accompanying the profiles was an image that nearly stopped the woman's heart indefinitely. A photograph of a man in his 30's with long dark hair, a beard/goatee, and that Jesus look she had grown up knowing flashed repeatedly before her. She knew who the man was, but was too afraid to acknowledge it. She was in utter denial. The image shown was in fact of her dead brother Brad, and as promised many years ago, he had returned.

Before she could run out of the room her attention was immediately distracted by the static of the television which had just turned on by itself. On the screen, in the midst of the static was her brother's face. Grinning ear to ear, and humming various digital NES video game tunes the image of Brad (aka, Mr.AW3S0M3) glared at his sibling as she stared back pale faced, and stunned. Hours later the woman's husband went home to see what was taking his wife so long. During her absence the daughter had died, and as distraught as the husband was he sought out his wife to give her the bad news. Upon entering the house the father/husband noticed a light flashing down the hall from his daughter's room. He ran to the room, slung the partially open door aside, and gazed upon the same sight his wife had seen. Images of the social media sites were still flashing rapidly on the PC screen, and the television with the NES still hooked up to it had roaring static showing on the screen, and blaring through the speakers. Falling to his knees beside his lifeless wife he cried uncontrollably. In a frenzy he got back up on his feet, bashed the computer, and television before collapsing from shock.

With the tragedy finally aside the husband no longer wanted the things associated with this horrific ordeal. Losing his wife, and only daughter was too much to handle. He sold the house, and all of it's contents eventually. As for the whereabouts of the haunted NES console, and games one can only guess. Perhaps you have come across one of Mr.AW3S0M3's many social website profiles in your browsing? Perhaps you unknowingly bought the NES? Perhaps you may be even gaming with Mr.AW3S0M3!!! ...