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Originally Posted by Gabbyness
Get this.
The original Resident Evil, my friends and I are playing it years ago at someone's house, we started at like 9pm. 4am rolls around and we're still going strong, however, no one BROUGHT A MEMORY CARD. So we're playing "hardcore mode," so to speak. Suddenly, a Hellhound comes bounding up the stairs and I try and blast it with the shotgun. Oops. It got me. Seven hours, zip.
My friends looked at me like I was already dead to them. I hid until the covers (I was 12). They talked about that for years!
*shudder*
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/laughing my ass off
what a BITTER experience! You poor guy Gabbyness 
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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
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