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[The audio begins right in the middle of some kind of dialogue?]

--just picked up the lantern. I'm putting it together...

[Some creaking creepy ambient sounds.] Okay I left the room.

I'm walkin'...

I'm walkin'...

I'm walkin'...

I'm--[The sound of some awful groaning.]--AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD. [Groooooaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHH. [Grooooaaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[Some asshole laughs.] You dumb fuck you're gonna die.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHERE DO I GO. WHAT DO I DO.

I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA--[If "fklsajdlakscadfak" could be a sound.]

[ooc: Inspired by this, supported by this.]

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Okay. [Nod nod.] Sorry, Larry.

[Wait!] ...You wanna finish it up with me?

[That has him turning back around, he hasn't stepped that far away.]

Finish it? I dunno how to play.

[His arms are crossed once again and his face isn't quite as stony in its expression.]

What do you do?

[That's more like it, and with Lawrence Dimick in the driver's seat maybe it won't be so fucking scary.]

Here sit down, lemme show you.

[One more yawn, and he takes a load off.]

This doesn't have a joystick like the arcade games. [He pays attention to that kind of thing. Sort of.]

You gotta use this.

[Impressive, Larry. But here's the mouse. Freddy points to all the proper buttons and keys.]

Use this jump and this to run. You're gonna be running a lot.

Which one was running again?

[Mouse rolls this way and that way, now he's getting his bearings.]

Where is my guy? I can't see him.

[Which would be because it's a first person game. Hey. This whole layout doesn't look fit to be wandering in unless it's to dump something unsavory then get out of dodge.]

Edited 2011-01-14 07:02 (UTC)

This right here. [Freddy presses down on the key for him, making this a team effort now that the game's gone live again. Without third party audiences, thank you.] You can't see him cause you're goin' through the whole thing like you're there.

[See that's what makes it scary. Fortunately with a light on it can't be that bad, right?] You gotta put puzzles together to make some of this shit work, like to get doors open. And the're these ugly motherfuckers just lurkin' around waiting to jump your ass.

[We're walking and walking and walking and walking and--Grooooooooaaaaaaaan.] Oh shit oh shit what the fuck. [How come the water's splashing but there's nothing there?! Freddy's not half-hiding behind Larry's shoulder or anything, a shoulder he might be clutching with his other hand.] Go go go go go go go!

[Oh, okay. Alright then. Here we go.] Why am I doing all of this? [Walking, walking. Creaking floor. Flickering lights. Okaaay. Walking.]

What the fuck was that? [The groaning sounds like a monster of some kind. Is it a zombie? Somebody dying?]

Shit. Okay. I'm goin'. Isn't there a button to run faster? [Larry's not looking away from the screen but it's impossible to ignore the clutch that may or may not be on him.]

An ugly motherfucker what else! [Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.] I'm going as fast as I can! Ain't no getaway car in this shit!

[Oh look, red claw marks on the screen. Someone's taking hits to their health meter.] Head for the door. No not that one, that one!

Left or right, is that easy enough? Left? Right?

[Fuck. Claw marks are bad. Really bad. Larry leans closer to the screen like it's gonna help him get there more quickly.]

I hear footsteps. Why do I hear footsteps? Are they mine?

Left left! Right! [Have a kid shaking your shoulder now, old man.]

They're yours they're yours. Oh shit no they're his. Its. Whatever just get through the door!

[Creeeaaaaak. Thunk. The door closes behind them, locking the creature out. YOU HAVE ENTERED: THE LABORATORY. PROGRESS SAVED.] Whew.

[The experience is difficult to gauge. Is it intense because the game is intense or because Freddy is about jumping up and down.]

Did we win? What is this? This is good right?

[How good are laboratories? The old man feels confident enough to look over his shoulder at the kid.]

[Hey hey his grip is relaxing now thank you.]

No, but we didn't get eaten either. [Take the bad with the good, Lawrence Dimick.] We can stop it here, unless you wanna play more.

[Somehow playing with Larry is less scary and more fun. He's worked off the high but now has a different kind in his veins.]

It really doesn't seem too bad.

[And he's already awake so...]

Maybe a little bit more. What happens if you don't get to this safe place? Are you shit out of luck?

[Larry rubs one of his eyes, but he's pretty much awake now. Good job kid.]

Well. Okay. [The kid can't help but smile, bravery in the face of terror because now they're a twosome.]

You're shit out of luck and you gotta start the level all over but there are some tricks you can do you know, like if you ain't too busy shitting your pants you can put the boxes together and sorta barricade the dead guys in. They ain't all that smart.

[Look who's pulling another chair over now.]

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