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| So, I just got home and I saw in my email that Mike Nelson had left me a message on Myspace. So, I checked it. It said: "I heard the monster's hate below freezing temperatures. I imagine if someone wanted to hide something from them, a freezer would be ideal." I thought to myself, "How very Resident Evil/Silent Hill this is!" and immediately stepped out into my kitchen. By pure coincidence, the light bulb had burned out and nothing happened when I flicked the switch. Scary, huh? So, I flicked the other light on, and sure enough, the freezer was covered in a bloody handprint, various smudges, and a very creepy X. I opened it up and found a folded, blood-soaked piece of paper. It said: "Paul, I hid my weapon in the far left cabinet. I don't think these monsters can read. Also, the ammo is upstairs. So the gun is useless to me. If you are reading this, I am dead. I have enough food down here to survive indefinitely. I just hope the door holds up long enough for those things to pass. ...I hope you fair better than me. Good luck. I wish things could have been different and... I just wanted to say that I love you. I just wish I could have told you in person. Love always, Mauren P.S. Last I had some ammo, I was upstairs watching The Quick and the Dead." By this point I was totally mindblown at how awesome this was. Anyhow, I searched through my far left cabinet, and sure enough, I found it in the far back. Tucked away in the cabinet was everyones favorite yellow pellet gun, the Zebra II. Wouldn't you know, I opened up case for The Quick and the Dead and found all the pellets I could ever need. Amazing. | ||||||||||
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