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[[File:Michael-1.jpg|thumb|171x171px|And this is Mi- OH GOD]]
Then I remembered I had two characters left. I switched to MyCuddleFish, The God of 80’s80's Cheesy Rock Music. It transitioned to him yelling satanic spells in traffic and then jumping out of his car, while it bursted up in flames, and landing in a Toys ‘R’‘R' Us strip club. I walked out, and found myself in the middle of a road. I then decided that the best course of action would be to punch the guy taking his dog for a walk. It turns out that guy was Arnold Schwazenegger, who immediately bitch slapped me to hell, while saying one of his famous one-liners: "You have disturbed my canine companion with your feminine-like violence, giving me the need to cause physical harm to you, myesteemed pedophilic, mentally disabled and homosexual individual. You are also the source of an intoxicating arm pit odor". Right after, I ended up in hell, where I was haunted terribly by Satan poking me with a stick. I also saw my whole family giving Hitler a blowjob.
[[File:TRVOE.jpg|thumb|220x220px|I knew it.]]
Pissing myself, I switched to Treadmillor, The Not-So Friendly Neighborhood Drug User. He was standing in a pier, reciting Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" to some children and a goat. After he finished, the children raised their hands to ask questions, so he picked up a nightstick (the best weapon in the game, BTW. Fucking OP) and beat the crap out of them. The sound of their screams were replaced by JonTron’sJonTron's "ECH". Tread then decided to put his wiener in the goat, which transitioned into a suprisingly above par "fucking a goat" minigame. After he came, he proposed to the goat, and it accepted. They lived happily for 2 years, but Tread was having some problems at work and with his Johnson, so the goat filed for divorce. Tread, feeling depressed, ate more Lays® fries than he could handle, and choked with his own vomit. The goat died of natural causes by a headshot wound, two weeks later. The game then shut itself down, along with my computer.
 
That was the scariest, spookiest and strangest experience I’veI've ever witnessed, and any thought of wanting another human being to experience what I lived through would be classified as terrorism. So, I’mI'm getting rid of the game the best way I can think of: Ebay.
 
So remember, kids, if a game makes you feel unconfortable or weird, you play it to the end, and everything will sort itself out.