Daytime, City
I've got a small stash of stuff in my cargo pants. An open can of beans in in my shirt pocket, along with some bandages. My axe made quick work of the zombie, now it's time to check this place out.
Sweet! A revolver on a shelf. Let's grab that puppy.
Cool, now I am ready, and...dang. I shot myself and I'm dead. Where the heck did that "Russian Roulette" command come from, anyway? And I wasn't even near the 'F' key.
Dangit, dangit, dangit.
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Wednesday, February 5, 2014
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