The Tails Doll

Meh. I'm not a BIG fan of that site since some of their content and assets are stolen from my site. I have no problem with people spreading news of the curse, but I'd appreciate a bit of credit for my input (like the stitched with evil, stuffed with hate stuff.)

I own
2 Sonic Plush
2 Tails Plush
and
3 Shadow Plush (ranging in size from 5 inches to 5 feet tall.)

My fiancee is VERY understanding.

I'm not sure if the whole Curse is real at all. I'm traumatized as heck one day, and a completely forget about it the next. I've done the Curse many years ago, before I even knew about it on my Sonic R for the pc. Absolotely nothing has happend to me all this time. Should I be worried?
I've even done the curse after I knew about it on 4 of the 5 courses ( I'm pretty sure that it's imposible to complete it in Radiant Emeral). Stupid Super Sonic! Why do you move so fast?! >_<

Can I have one of your Shadows, I don't have any. =(

I have 1 Sonic, 2 Tails, 1 Knuckles, and 1 Amy.

10 minutes with Google taught me that you can get one at an amusement park in Virginia called "Kings Dominion". Or you could just rob Quacker's house...>.>

Anyway, You guys have me beat. I've only got a Sonic, a Knux, and a Shadow. (Although the Shadow is packing 14 cent white doll fur from the Wal-Mart) Though I may have a chance when it comes to obscure action figures. On top of my TV is a 6" tall Big the Cat action figure, complete with fishing rod, Froggy, and two emeralds.

Ha, ha! You could never rob my secret lair. Didn't your you read? I have three Shadow dolls protecting it.

All kidding aside, here's an in-depth report of how I got my ridiculously oversized Shadow:

"I'm always up for a dollop con artistry. I'm fundamentally an honest guy, but years of watching cartoons have left me with a reverence for wacky schemes and madcap ploys. They rarely work mind you, but it's all part of the serialized adventure known as life. This week I actually concocted one that worked.

My friend Carrie and I were strolling along the Santa Monica Pier. It was an idyllic So-Cal afternoon, and we had just enjoyed a rousing game of Air Hockey (which I totally won). A fool for all things cliche, I suggested we ride the Ferris Wheel, so we ambled toward the iron behemoth. En route, we passed through the Midway.

I'm a sucker for the Midway. A perfect pigeon, I'm willing to blow my usually coveted cash on a fixed game in hopes of coming away with a poorly-stiched stuffed animal I don't need. Today was no different, and I began to get the shakes when I saw the five-foot tall stuffed Donkey Kong at the Hoops game.

"Do you know what I could do with a monkey that size," I shouted with my trademark lack of tact. Carrie shrugged and jerked her thumb to a stall behind her. "I'd rather have that black Sonic the Hedgehog." A red light went off in my brain, and I spun around like Disneyland Tea cup.

The stall was rife with Life-sized Shadow the Hedgehogs!

Anyone who knows me, has read my website, or perused my MySpace Profile knows that Shadow the Hedgehog is a thing of mine. It's not so much a running gag as it is a hover-skating obsession that snow-balled from a bad joke. Now, standing before me was a life-sized effigy of Dr. Gerald's Ultimate Life Form, staring me dead in the eyes. I had to have it.

It was the ring toss booth, so Carrie and I shelled out eight bucks each for four buckets of rings. The booth attendant knew we were easy marks and watched with glee as our rings inevitably ricoched off the bottles. Even Shadow the Hedgehog himself, with his battery of space-time manipulation powers would have found this game impossible. Gazing into Stufffed Shadow's eyes, I asked myself that philosophical question: "What would Shadow Do?"

The first thought that came to mind was to warp across the counter, smash a bottle and cut the attendant's throat with broken glass. That would totally be classic Shadow, but I had Carrie with me. His gal pals tend to wind up dead, and I very much like Carrie alive and kick'n. No, the situation warranted something a little more Machiavellian. After all, when Shadow finds himself in a tight spot, he distorts the rules of reality to come out on top. Perhaps I could distort the rules of the game as well? Unfortunately, I had no Chaos Spears at my disposal, unless you counted the broom propped against a nearby wall.

Having run out of rings, Carrie approached the attendant and began haggling with him, asking if she could just pay him for the stupid doll. He was adamant that he ran a legitimate business and wasn't about to resort to crooked dealings. Carrie, an engaging savant, pressed on. In fact, she was is engaging that the attendant turned his back on me.

When he finally turned back to me, my last ring was on a bottle. "I won," I told him with a friendly smile. "That's impossible," he snorted. "Impossible?" asked Carrie, "I thought you didn't run a crooked game." Sighing, the attendant admitted defeat.

Ten minutes later, Carrie Shadow and I were cruising Santa Monica in my convertible with "Live and Learn" blaring on the stereo. I can honestly say that I followed the posted rules when playing my last ring. I kept both feet on the ground and didn't cross the yellow line.

Luckily, there's nothing in the rules about putting a ring on broom-handles and gently guiding it over a bottle's neck."