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EnarrHÉ̵͝͝T̀ ̀͜͜V̡͘͝H̡͢͏E̸͡͡͏Ì̢̡̢ ̨̛̕͜Ś̵͡͡H̷̨̨́̕A͏̧͜ ̸̵̢̡̀L̸̀́͡͡E̴͜C͞͡͞͠R̷͠͏̵I̢̛A̷̡͟E̡̡͝͞D̴̸̢̛́M̷̨̛͟҉ ̀͜E̴͞Ţ̴̨̛̕H͜͜҉̷͞ ̸̛Ś̨T̸̶Ớ͏L̴͘͟͢.́̕͝
̸͟͞C̀͠P̵̶̴̢̛Ù̵̕̕T̸̸̕Ŕ͡E̶̷̛͜A̷ ̵͞͠͠R͘͜͡H̶͘E͏̧ ̡̢͟͡À͡D̀͘N̴̵̵̸̕ ̛͘̕N̴͞҉̧͠S̡̀͞͡D̕҉̨͢E̕͟͢͡ ̕͜Ḩ̧Ŗ̴̵E̕̕ ̴͏҉̶Ŗ̧҉͠É̷̴̴̢H̀͠E̴͜͞.̡
Some time had passed since Harmon and Lenny sat down and began playing Blood on the Sand. They’d been playing cooperatively, Lenny taking the spotlight as 50 Cent and Harmon supporting as… one of the other guys, he forgot their names. At some point during their playtime, Casper had gotten up and left the room. To use the bathroom, they suspected. That most likely wasn’t the case, however.
After that exact moment, no one ever heard from Casper again.
The duo let the incident pass their thoughts and continued playing. However, hunger set in eventually. “Hey.” Lenny said, “Kinda hungry, dude. Gonna go get something from the vending machine outside. Want anything?” At first, Harmon shook his head, not really feeling up to eating anything. But then as Lenny was beginning to stand up, out of nowhere, he decided to suggest a different idea. He raised his hand a bit and said, “I-I’ll go, uh… get it… i-if you want, I mean…”
Lenny looked down at him for a brief moment, a little surprised. “You sure?” He asked.
Harmon nodded.
Lenny let a bit of a smile etch itself across his face as Harmon slowly got up. That smile, however, quickly disappeared when Harmon’s foot turned and caught a loose bag on the floor, causing him to trip. Harmon’s other foot kicked outwards as he feel across the floor, the crown of his head colliding with the foot post of one of the bunk beds. An audible snapping sound was heard as Harmon let out quick yell and cradled his head. The television flickered through static for a moment, and the console shut itself off. Lenny quickly knelt down and grabbed Harmon by his shoulders, calling out, “Jesus Christ!”
Harmon continued to cradle his head. The yell from the pain had already subsided, now he was just panting. Lenny looked over Harmon’s head for any damage, seeing one of the shards on the edge of his scalp looked turn, with a bit of blood spurting from its root. “Oh, shit…”
“I’m fine!” Harmon called out, “I, I… I’m fine…” He paused for a moment before unclipping his camera from his coat and handing it to Lenny, who knew just to take it and let Harmon use it to see the damage. Harmon exhaled as Lenny ran the camera over the loose shard. “Ah…” He said, his panting dying down. The pain seemed to have passed quickly. The pain in the root, that is. Harmon cradled his head with one hand as his ears rang a bit. “I, I, I need to… need to go, go, pluck this, this one…” He said in a bit of a hush, slowly getting up.
“Woah, woah, take it easy.” Lenny responded, “Let me help, man.”
“No, no, it’s…” Harmon said, waving his free hand, “It’s okay, I’ll… I-I just have to, get it out, and… and, and, give it to… to Ruben, I’ll be… I’ll be fine on my own, you… you stay here and wait for me…”
Lenny paused for a moment before saying, “You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m sure…” Harmon responded, turning and proceeding out the door, leaving Lenny there, shrugging. He turned his head back down towards the console and paused for a moment.
“Shit, did we save?”
̸͟͞C̀͠P̵̶̴̢̛Ù̵̕̕T̸̸̕Ŕ͡E̶̷̛͜A̷ ̵͞͠͠R͘͜͡H̶͘E͏̧ ̡̢͟͡À͡D̀͘N̴̵̵̸̕ ̛͘̕N̴͞҉̧͠S̡̀͞͡D̕҉̨͢E̕͟͢͡ ̕͜Ḩ̧Ŗ̴̵E̕̕ ̴͏҉̶Ŗ̧҉͠É̷̴̴̢H̀͠E̴͜͞.̡
Harmon Rottlage and Leonard Boggs
Some time had passed since Harmon and Lenny sat down and began playing Blood on the Sand. They’d been playing cooperatively, Lenny taking the spotlight as 50 Cent and Harmon supporting as… one of the other guys, he forgot their names. At some point during their playtime, Casper had gotten up and left the room. To use the bathroom, they suspected. That most likely wasn’t the case, however.
After that exact moment, no one ever heard from Casper again.
The duo let the incident pass their thoughts and continued playing. However, hunger set in eventually. “Hey.” Lenny said, “Kinda hungry, dude. Gonna go get something from the vending machine outside. Want anything?” At first, Harmon shook his head, not really feeling up to eating anything. But then as Lenny was beginning to stand up, out of nowhere, he decided to suggest a different idea. He raised his hand a bit and said, “I-I’ll go, uh… get it… i-if you want, I mean…”
Lenny looked down at him for a brief moment, a little surprised. “You sure?” He asked.
Harmon nodded.
Lenny let a bit of a smile etch itself across his face as Harmon slowly got up. That smile, however, quickly disappeared when Harmon’s foot turned and caught a loose bag on the floor, causing him to trip. Harmon’s other foot kicked outwards as he feel across the floor, the crown of his head colliding with the foot post of one of the bunk beds. An audible snapping sound was heard as Harmon let out quick yell and cradled his head. The television flickered through static for a moment, and the console shut itself off. Lenny quickly knelt down and grabbed Harmon by his shoulders, calling out, “Jesus Christ!”
Harmon continued to cradle his head. The yell from the pain had already subsided, now he was just panting. Lenny looked over Harmon’s head for any damage, seeing one of the shards on the edge of his scalp looked turn, with a bit of blood spurting from its root. “Oh, shit…”
“I’m fine!” Harmon called out, “I, I… I’m fine…” He paused for a moment before unclipping his camera from his coat and handing it to Lenny, who knew just to take it and let Harmon use it to see the damage. Harmon exhaled as Lenny ran the camera over the loose shard. “Ah…” He said, his panting dying down. The pain seemed to have passed quickly. The pain in the root, that is. Harmon cradled his head with one hand as his ears rang a bit. “I, I, I need to… need to go, go, pluck this, this one…” He said in a bit of a hush, slowly getting up.
“Woah, woah, take it easy.” Lenny responded, “Let me help, man.”
“No, no, it’s…” Harmon said, waving his free hand, “It’s okay, I’ll… I-I just have to, get it out, and… and, and, give it to… to Ruben, I’ll be… I’ll be fine on my own, you… you stay here and wait for me…”
Lenny paused for a moment before saying, “You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’m sure…” Harmon responded, turning and proceeding out the door, leaving Lenny there, shrugging. He turned his head back down towards the console and paused for a moment.
“Shit, did we save?”