Wind Waker from Hell: Difference between revisions

 

It all started when I went to game stop. I was selling some old games for the PS2.

I told her Henry Zackary Grant was my brother. She told me she knew this and that's why she left the game there. She told me the one who was going to die would tell someone to make it go to the next in the line. She apologized for my brother's death and hung up. I told my friend to get rid of the game. What I didn't know was my friend didn't get rid of it like I told him to. As far as I know, he gave it to someone named "Victor Martin." By the time you read this, I will be laying on the ground dead in front of the UPMC building after jumping. I write this to whoever gets the game. Goodbye.

 

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