Kirby Super Star was the game that caused me to commit serial murders across all of Ohio. The hyper-violent platformer was just too much for my fragile mind to handle, and the endless blood-soaked levels were the final straw.

I can still remember the first time I played it. My parents had just gotten a new SNES, and Kirby Super Star was one of the games they got for it. I was just a kid at the time, and I didn't really understand what was happening on the screen. But I knew that it was awesome.

I spent hours exploring the game's different worlds, slaughtering thousands of enemies along the way. The violence was thrilling, and I quickly became addicted to it.

Soon, my innocent mind was warped into a tool of destruction. I began to see the world as a place where only the strong could survive. And anyone who got in my way was doomed.

It all started with the animals in my neighborhood. I would go out into the woods and hunt them down for sport. I'd take my time, stalking them like prey before ruthlessly slaughtering them.

Then I began to target people. I would stalk them in the streets, looking for the opportunity to kill them. I took joy in their screams, and I loved the way their blood stained the pavement.

In the end, I killed dozens of people. And I would have killed more if it hadn't been for the police finally catching up to me.

But even now, years after I've been imprisoned, Kirby Super Star still haunts my dreams. The bloody levels, the screaming enemies, it's all just too much for me to handle. And I know that if I ever get out, I'll be right back to my old ways. Kirby Super Star caused me to commit serial murders, and it could very well do the same to you.