September 2009
19 posts
Driller Killer Nightmare
Being chased around an old building, a ricketty place with lots of small rooms and cubby holes, many different staircases and everywhere piled high with bric a brac, like an old fashioned ironmongers or a second hand junk furniture store. The crazy man was bent on killing me, I knew it. I kept hiding but he kept discovering me. Finally I found a power drill, charged up and I drove it into his...
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