Not an official steal, but still a tale of heart wrenching sadness and wintery misery.
T'was Christmas of '07, and my cousins from Ireland stayed over at our house. All was well, until they left and the cartridge to my beloved Diamond Game went missing. I searched high and low, in every nook and every cranny, but lest, no avail. I had to accept the sad reality that my game was gone, and considering the circumstances, I found a scapegoat.
My cousin.
For years I held a grudge against my cousin, who dared to steal away my Empoleon, even when he didn't posses a DS to appreciate my penguin on. Those were painful years of my life, where I'd sit by the window watching as a the rain streamed down the glass, to try and distract myself from the heartbreak and turmoil I was going through...
It was only until the Summer of '09, which was more than a year since I'd seen any trace of my game. Since then, we'd moved house, and chances of finding it were slimmer than a supermodel's waistline. It was only until I was ambling through the new garage, where my attention was drawn to a shelf. Upon this shelf lay numerous generic objects you'd find in a typical garage, plant pots, tool boxes... where upon the shelf, I saw a single cartridge.
Avast! The cartridge that I'd lost had found its way here! I was overjoyed, and I quickly snatched it away to adventure with Empoleon. Yes, my grudge against my cousin was pointless but, he shouldn't have been so suspicious.