< p class="MsoNormal"span style=" margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal ;">It was around Christmas time, last year. My brothers and I were making our Christmas lists. I ask for a variety of things. A lot less than my brothers did. I asked for things such as Transformer figures, and art supplies. Among that list, was the Transformers: Dark of the Moon game. On Christmas morning, instead of the game, I got the movie instead. </span>▼[[File:Placeholder|right|300px]]
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">Hoping I would get enough Christmas money to purchase it sometime during the Christmas break, I went on with the day. I had an awesome dinner with all my relatives and family members, and got more than enough money to get that game I wanted. I planned to go pick it up from gamestop on Tuesday.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">I was home alone the next day. Everyone had gone to the hobby store. My brother was going there to pick up some RC plane parts for the one he got yesterday, and had already broken it flying it out in the fields at the pond. I was taking this time to do some drawings in the sketch pads I had received. During that, I heard the mail truck’s engine, and grabbed the mailbox key, and went outside and opened up the mailbox.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">It was just junk mail. Well, I thought it was all junk mail. When I got inside, I opened up a small envelope containing a CD. It had the words ‘DARK OF THE MOON’ written crudely on it in sharpy. I knew something was up, but I didn’t care. I walked down into my basement, and popped it into the X-Box 360. It took a few tries to get the game working, but it finally started up.</p>
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▲<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">It was around Christmas time, last year. My brothers and I were making our Christmas lists. I ask for a variety of things. A lot less than my brothers did. I asked for things such as Transformer figures, and art supplies. Among that list, was the Transformers: Dark of the Moon game. On Christmas morning, instead of the game, I got the movie instead.
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">TheI screen turned to static. It was like that for 5 minutes. Then,shipped it turnedout to black.someone And Wheeljack was standing very farat fromrandom the screennext lookingday, down.thinking Heit begancould tobe walksome closersort andof closerchain to the screenthing. TearsIt werecan streamingbe downsomeone myelse’s face at a heavy rateproblem. HeI wasnever close enoughwant to theplay screena whereTransformers notgame evenever half his body was visible. He looked up.again…</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">He cocked his head slightly, and said “Oh. Don’t you wanna play some more?” He said, almost like he was taunting me. “But there’s so many souls yet to toy with.” He grinned demonically. “Don’t go just yet.”
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal">The screen went to black, and the character selection came back up. Optimus was replaced with a red X as well, and a bunch of Autobots, not even playable in the game, were now in the character selection. I had enough. Enough of watching them meet a horrible demise. They may have been just robots…but I couldn’t bare it any longer. I turned off the system, and took the disk out.
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