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Nov. 12th, 2010 at 9:40 PM
Running in terror I just managed to reach another ancient looking windmill.
Really how many of those damn things are there? What I get sent to Holland and no one saw fit to tell me?
Anyway, reaching the windmill I wrenched the door open, threw myself inside and slammed my back against the door to stop... Well, I'm never really sure what the hell it is that chases me on these dark moonless nights through the woods. In any case I let out a defiant and manly yell of defiance as I waited for the whatever the hell it was to slam against the door and take me.
"AHHHHH! AHHHH!" As I realized that there was no banging on the door long after there should have been I let out one more. "AHHH?" Before looking around.
Some how the inside of the windmill looked like some kind of fancy cafe or diner.
"Huh?" I said intelligently before turning back to the door and cautiously opening it.
Instead of the dark and ominous forest that I had just left, there was now a sunny bright parking lot.
"Okay... I dove through the door into the mill, hit my head and this is some kind of concussion induced hallucination. I'll wake any moment to find a Deadite gnawing on my leg."
Deciding to go with my delusion, I looked over the cafe I was in and saw a variety of people eating and drinking. A few were looking my way but none of them were overly reacting to a man carrying a shotgun in one hand and the other hand....Well, where a hand should be, was an attached chainsaw. Just more proof this was a hell of a concussion dream.
Really how many of those damn things are there? What I get sent to Holland and no one saw fit to tell me?
Anyway, reaching the windmill I wrenched the door open, threw myself inside and slammed my back against the door to stop... Well, I'm never really sure what the hell it is that chases me on these dark moonless nights through the woods. In any case I let out a defiant and manly yell of defiance as I waited for the whatever the hell it was to slam against the door and take me.
"AHHHHH! AHHHH!" As I realized that there was no banging on the door long after there should have been I let out one more. "AHHH?" Before looking around.
Some how the inside of the windmill looked like some kind of fancy cafe or diner.
"Huh?" I said intelligently before turning back to the door and cautiously opening it.
Instead of the dark and ominous forest that I had just left, there was now a sunny bright parking lot.
"Okay... I dove through the door into the mill, hit my head and this is some kind of concussion induced hallucination. I'll wake any moment to find a Deadite gnawing on my leg."
Deciding to go with my delusion, I looked over the cafe I was in and saw a variety of people eating and drinking. A few were looking my way but none of them were overly reacting to a man carrying a shotgun in one hand and the other hand....Well, where a hand should be, was an attached chainsaw. Just more proof this was a hell of a concussion dream.