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DB 20 days (after Botnia)

Ganó por robo, Oprimir botón rojo.

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Escribo esto con mucha dificultad. Aún estoy temblando por lo que vi. Sepan disculpar y entender si el texto no esta claro.
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We're not stupid. We may be the interior of Argentina, but we have no fool. Before pressing the red button on the control intriguing, we left the house and take refuge under the grill that is in the backyard. I pressed

expecting an explosion, something strong. But nothing. In one of those had no batteries. I hit him as hard as I could. The famous "technical coup." I pressed the button several times. Nothing.

"Maybe it triggered something that made noise," said my father. So we split up to tour the house, looking for something "different." To all this I must add that in the last hours my dad has been worsening in mental status. Now he spends all day in the costume of the Nazi SS Volonté, singing "Perón, Perón, how great you are!". And attacked the little bar liquor and drunk almost all the bottles. Started with alcohol problems once again. Continuing

: We are well. My dad checked floor and basement. I, first floor, attic and roof. The first hour of painstaking search returned no results. Until you enter the attic. That felt crazed dad cry: "ah! Veníiiiiiiiiiii !!!".

The screams came from the basement. Entered fearful. Look at a glance, but I could not make out. Another cry more discovered his location. Button had triggered the blast door that led to the sub-basement cubicle! Upon entering I could see my old, against the wall. Was pale.

The sub-shack is a laboratory. It is a cold place, a white "hospital." There is no natural light, equally well-lit by several light tubes. Very expensive chemical instruments of all kinds and a computer. Many papers and folders on a desktop. Shelves full of preserves, a purification system to withstand air time not been to the house. Among other things, on the table, an old gas mask.

In the center a rectangular mass. I could see some bars on the bottom, as the fabric covering it almost entirely, did not reach the floor.

Pale and trembling, my father pointed out the cage saying, "do not look son ..."

"This old man was fucking animal experiments", I thought. "So surely there is a dog like shit, with the brain to outside, or a tiger." "My dad is softer than I thought," I added to my previous deduction. The smell was coming from the monkey cage or something. It is the unmistakable smell of a zoo. Horror

felt seeing what it contained. Two children six years, burly going back and forth awkwardly, with huge heads hairless, fleshy mouths with teeth like a shark and toenails gnarled claws on their hands.

The surprise struck me so much that walking backward and stepped back to staring up hitting the wall. Something sharp hit my head, producing a sharp stabbing pain. As I turned around it was obvious. From an old gold-framed photograph, a young Volonté looked me firmly in the eye, while greeted warmly with Adolf Hitler and Josef Mengele.

should I do:
(in this survey can vote more than one option) 1 Review

desk and papers. 2 Search
safe. 3 Force
garage. 4 Pin
computer.
5 Burn the house and flee.



For the mutants:
(one option)

1 Release to cause panic in Gualeguaychú
2 fed the canned
3 meals with the body of Volontè

Help
voting ( polls are right, earlier in this blog ).

Pd. So far no news of the police entrance the house a few days ago ... went out

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So I decided I. Also last night strumming and became grunts and guttural screams. I was definitely not the little room and I will not go!

Determined to open the wooden cabinet, took an ax from the basement all the tools. Four hours of hacks led me to give in the joints. Filled my hands with sores. The next use gloves.

wonder what is found inside the closet. But as soon as I finished the task forced opening, I felt a noise that shook me. The sound of the door.

Someone had entered the house.

Crouched on the first floor, from the late ex Volonté room, and a small crack in the door ajar, can be viewed as a policeman walked the floor of the property. A POLICE! He was trapped.

a bitch! Some neighbors would have noticed that Volonté not leave your tour early morning? My grandmother may have heard the night blows in my attempt to open the closet and made the complaint? Be a family member who is a policeman?

traveled the calling class and did not bother to go from there. With no response from the old, went to the kitchen. I deftly moved me into the corridor that led to the stairs, to watch from the shadows. The policeman was a few meters from the refrigerator, where the body was lifeless and perhaps frozen.

took some cookies a few jars and ate voraciously. Certainly felt thirsty. I believe if I tell you opened the refrigerator !?!?!

Panic is what I felt. Rondo in my head out the possibility of running, or jumping out the window of maybe surprise the police and kill him too. Do not resist going to jail. I could not live being someone's girlfriend to call him "Rambo." Also all my family is prone to hemorrhoids.

To my surprise the police saw the body (obviously scared), but instead of calling the center or running and check the house, rummaged through the pockets of Volonté, I get some tickets and went whistling softly. So corrupt is our police? Dazed

yet what I saw, I returned to the room and with trembling hands I opened the damn closet. I had to call my father to see what I found.

The cabinet of several vintage clothing, contained:
_Two grenades. _A
full uniform of the Nazi SS forces. And

a box: $ 1,000
_ (going to the environmental cause.)
_ A remote with a single red button.
_ A paper with the numbers 20-40-78.

This was not only old fascist, but he loved the Nazis and / or been part of them!

Nazi refugees in Argentina? I never would have imagined !!!!!!!

My old speculates that maybe that's why the police left. Perhaps the police or the state, protecting Volonté. Why not raise the bush. It might come later to take more stuff and burn the house with us inside to hide the evidence or police this technique to study the scene crime and we will be caught like rats.

My dad thinks the number listed is the combination of a safe. A tempting me push the button. But perhaps it is a system of self-destruction, if it were the Jews.

I do?

1 - Seeking safe
2 - Press button
3 - I burn the house and I run. Help

voting (the survey is on the right, up on this blog).

Thanks.

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16 days (after Botnia) DB

won the old Volonté disappear.

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It's done. Yesterday I could not sleep on my nerves. Volonté dying face haunts me.

The disappearance day began as any Sunday in November. Tempered with feelings of happiness. If not for that damn paper plant! Botnia, I curse you!

Everything was perfectly timed. Volonté old leaves (left) every morning and give (gave), a walk around your house for your backyard, around the house in the grass, with small steps cortitos as Chaplin. I guess he thinks (thought), which was enough exercise to stay young, or an attempt to escape a monster that delirium generated some time.

With its 89 years old was kept pretty well. Had been an excellent athlete in his youth, he said. As I got older, rarely go to his house, sometimes invited by his wife and other stealth to get my football. I remember seeing "the past" in a fourth medal hidden. He was very jealous of showing. Do not want anyone to see.

declined rapidly to the death of his wife. Eva was one of those old good, they give you cookies to everyone. I do not know if I'm psychotic, but I think those old do that, but really not good, but hiding something sinister. Some old I'm afraid, as much or more than evil children of the films. Perhaps the old mutants Botnia, will take out this place of honor.

One day the woke up and saw that she was in bed. I was always raised from early morning. She was addicted to cleaning, as my mother. When you try to wake her, he realized that his status had become a widower.

we were .. ahh yes! old since the death of Eva, just went for his morning round. After that, Volonté disappear in solitude and darkness of his home until the next morning. According to my father, that was the right time to enter your home and "blow it."

And so it happened. Do not remember much as it was, by nerves. The wait crouched behind some hydrangeas (a plant with flowers), with a baseball bat I brought a guy, a baseball bat of the New York Yankees.

After giving their little walk to the hopping and while entering his home ... ZAP!

What desnuque ... desnuque it with the bat. He fell to the floor. Kicking a while ... my father's income to see the work half finished. Closed the door, watching if there were witnesses.

The old man was dying, while my father shouted that it was over kill. But could not. That's where gave me a slap. Years ago my father beat me. I swear if it does it again, kill him.

Threatened by a new blow, auction. It was with anger, but not the poor old man (that deep sympathy I woke up) but I saw in him the face of my father.

powerful That should be the Grim Reaper to be older as they sleep. It took me 5 Shot.

The old man's head bleed in the hall, on the laminated parquet. Never had seen blood on Live. Blood smells "warm" when leaving a body just torn, and his consistency is not like a liquid that is spilled, but rather as the mercury, but red. Very red. Almost fluorescent.

you think, "poor old !!!", but was kept a surprise. Touring the house, I saw a poster of Hitler! That explained his funny accent. Was German, and old fascist.

Now the house is ours. The basement is spectacular and full of tools. We were able to investigate many rooms. But there are 3 places that we can not access.

1 - A sub- little room in the basement, where you listen to scrape and grunts (must be full of rats).

2 - A old wooden wardrobe in the room of old, where he has stuck a large poster of Hitler (and a little boy Perón below).

3 - garage of the house, always closed, and we never saw it opened (at least from outside).

That inevitably lead? We can only one. No time for more. They saw that there are already mutants in Argentina by trash? They saw the news the girl who cries wood? (help me by voting, top right in the blog)

meantime, we locked in the basement. Cream and my sister at some point will wonder where we are ...

PD. The old man put it in the fridge.
PD2. If anyone knows Mary, tell her I miss her.

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13 days (after Botnia)

overwhelmingly won the option "build bunker .

(details of the vote)

is reasonable. One can not attack without a good base.
need to build a bunker to reduce the risk of poisoning to the emission of Bothnia. We'll have time to plan their destruction.

respect to Bunker, several problems have emerged. With my agree old remodel the grandmother's house so they do not enter any gas and / or possible mutant, walling and building a basement window. The issue is that the old woman got mad, or fart that lets us do this madness ... That old crabs.

Moreover, the neighbor next door ... .. Volontè old.
do not know if the surname or name. The old names are rare. Volontè
live alone. His house is large basement. My father says "disappeared" and occupy the house. Nobody is going to notice. Nobody visits him and hardly leaves the house.

should we do?

1 - Medicating my grandmother to not notice anything and home remodeling style "Dawn of the Living Dead"?
2 - Disappear Volontè the neighbor, and make our bunker insurmountable your basement?

Thanks for helping to decide the future of Gualeguaychu vote (the poll is up, right on this blog).

Voting closes at 23:59 on Saturday, and Sunday we decided by PC ....

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12 days DB (after Botnia) DB

While following the vote on that resolution should I take, I think it is right to introduce and provide more data about my life.

My name is Matthew, I am a native of Gualeguaychu and was born on January 2, 1982 (25 years).
My friends call me "Legs Hobbit "because I have large feet and flat feet.

My mom died in a traffic accident when he was 12 years. Since then I live with my grandmother "cream". A year ago my grandfather died, Gumersindo.Tengo a younger sister, Analía. I removed the boxes. It is quite irrelevant. My old

visit us often. We can not live with him. It's the best because after the death of the breast, is no longer the same. I have a dog

brand "dog" (hehe), called Rabito. It is very guardian, and has lots of character. And bit me a couple of times. Today is a little more violent. Not if you need a good bitch or drink water contaminated by Botnia and is mutating.

study at a local computer. There I met Mary, my bride. She is everything to me. Live far away, but luckily my grandmother is modern and when I check the leaves stay a couple of days.

'm a fan of San Lorenzo, and Tinelli. I am a hard leg for football (remember hobbit feet), so I settle for watching games.

I have no job, but I think maybe if all goes well and not contaminated by the plant die, I can make some money with this blog. Lately

life in the city is almost impossible. Everyone is afraid and hardly want to breathe. Distrust of air, water, neighbor. Suspicious of everything. They are so afraid of children being born without a head and as we are, to become president of the nation.

As people are surfing the Internet is very smart, I decided to make this blog interactive and has to decide to follow my life at this very problematic. What better than strangers decide for me?

Thanks for listening (or rather, read me), and do not forget to vote to know I do! We

bunker with my old or plan to fly the Botnia plant?

(the survey is up, right on the blog).

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11 days (after Botnia)

'm alive. I am not dead yet. Surely
is due to my incarceration. So I have not written anything here.

I've been thinking a lot. I think I must be brave and take the bull by the horns.

Living waiting for death like an animal in a slaughterhouse is not for me. Perhaps before was not so brave, but when taken to the limit, a human being can respond in an unexpected way.

My dad says the best thing is to make a bunker for shelter and avoid pollution and mutation.

Moreover, I would love to devise a way of flying in the Botnia bits.

That option should I take? hides like a rat or attack??

(help me by voting in the poll, right, top of this page)

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DB 6 days (After Botnia)

hardly sleep. Not only nightmares scare me sleep, but I can hardly breathe. In my room there is little oxygen. Tapie windows and cracks to prevent the entry of lethal gases.

afraid I have to go out. I never was so scared. My father tells me that the soldiers had less fear.

How will this vile poison our lives and environment?
Are poisoned water? "Fill my lungs of stale air initiate a mutation in my body?

The act of breathing has become a psychological torture.

Perhaps the smell of cauliflower announce the arrival of my death ...