New Marshfeild, Ohio: 2006
Ten years ago an insane asylum was torn down in the town over, the last few pacient a were taken to a "secure locatation" in New Marshfeild. But what actually happened was that they were brought into an old small warehouse and shot at point blank range. Each one of them, some were criminally insane, some were just innocent people who needed help, twenty seven killed and burned in that ware house. The building fell apart and people forgot, but in 2004 an investor opened up an Arcade called the Crazies Corner after a new article did a story on what had happened there so long ago. And in the last two years nothing but strange occurrences have been happening. Two mysterious deaths and one person went missing after working there, but gamers from all over Ohio and the mid-west still flauked to the pinball machines and old pac-man systems within.... None of them knew that the spirits of the criminally insane had adopted the personalities of the game characters within.
"Welcome to the Crazies Corner Arcade... My name is Rams, I'm the new manager." The dark haired boy ashes his cig in the ash tray and looked over an employment application. "So why do you want to work here?" The sounds of games filled the background. Someone had just gotten a new high score on the F-Zero racing game. Rams hated hiring new people but he couldn't run this place by himself. Noon-Midnight were the hours of the Arcade but they needed to show up an hour before and clean up from the night before. It was just a lot of work for one person. The Arcade made good enough money where he could afford to bring in two new people, and this being the only kid to turn in an application he kinda rolled his eyes. Mortal Kombat shouts outside Rams office cause some kids to cheer. And the manager stood up, walking over to the door he closed it, "ok why the hell do you wanna work her? The hours suck and if you haven't been reading the paper this place is 100% haunted." Rams flicked ash at the perspective employee, "but if ur adimate on sweeping, and selling sodas your hired I guess."
Ten years ago an insane asylum was torn down in the town over, the last few pacient a were taken to a "secure locatation" in New Marshfeild. But what actually happened was that they were brought into an old small warehouse and shot at point blank range. Each one of them, some were criminally insane, some were just innocent people who needed help, twenty seven killed and burned in that ware house. The building fell apart and people forgot, but in 2004 an investor opened up an Arcade called the Crazies Corner after a new article did a story on what had happened there so long ago. And in the last two years nothing but strange occurrences have been happening. Two mysterious deaths and one person went missing after working there, but gamers from all over Ohio and the mid-west still flauked to the pinball machines and old pac-man systems within.... None of them knew that the spirits of the criminally insane had adopted the personalities of the game characters within.
"Welcome to the Crazies Corner Arcade... My name is Rams, I'm the new manager." The dark haired boy ashes his cig in the ash tray and looked over an employment application. "So why do you want to work here?" The sounds of games filled the background. Someone had just gotten a new high score on the F-Zero racing game. Rams hated hiring new people but he couldn't run this place by himself. Noon-Midnight were the hours of the Arcade but they needed to show up an hour before and clean up from the night before. It was just a lot of work for one person. The Arcade made good enough money where he could afford to bring in two new people, and this being the only kid to turn in an application he kinda rolled his eyes. Mortal Kombat shouts outside Rams office cause some kids to cheer. And the manager stood up, walking over to the door he closed it, "ok why the hell do you wanna work her? The hours suck and if you haven't been reading the paper this place is 100% haunted." Rams flicked ash at the perspective employee, "but if ur adimate on sweeping, and selling sodas your hired I guess."
yes! thank you so much mister you won't be disappointed and I don't read the paper anymore...no one does and what did you say about this place being haunted?I've dealt with ghosts before so if it actually is then I won't be afraid so... thanks again.
(Hunter stands up and goes to open the door and leave)
(Hunter stands up and goes to open the door and leave)
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