01-07-2007, 01:09 AM
Ken put the video into the machine. With Wormon dead, he didn't see the point in living anymore.
He waited as the picture of the girl by the well played out in front of him, a telephone by his side. He sat through the entire half hour, up to the point where it just became blank snowstorm fuzz.
"...Well, that was lame."
He waited as the picture of the girl by the well played out in front of him, a telephone by his side. He sat through the entire half hour, up to the point where it just became blank snowstorm fuzz.
"...Well, that was lame."