Monday, 15.12.2008
My panicked diary,
What was that!?! What in the name of God was THAT!?! There's a huge thing chasing us with a bazooka!!! Am I in a game or something!?! This is ridiculous!!! What next!?! Plants that can set people on fire or people having tentacles instead of their heads!!!
Ok, I'm calm now. I really have no idea what is that thing chasing us, or what it wants with us. All I can hear him repeating is "stores". Or did he say "storks"? I'm glad we got rid of him, for now. I don't think our bullets are no match for him. We need bombs. Lots of bombs.