A family once lived at the end of a long country road; a husband, a wife and their 6 year old twins. The story goes that their dad had a problem, a serious problem with gaming, for he would buy and and buy without the means to do so.
Soon his marriage was in trouble, days and weeks would go by with the husband and wife arguing to no end. The husband's gaming had cause him to lose his job and spiral into credit card debt. Soon the husband hatched a plan. He waited for a stormy night because he knew no one would be coming around.
During dinner he drugged each of their drinks. One by one they passed into a deep haze.
He started with his wife, and dragged her up stairs and into the attic. Across the top of the ceiling was a support beam that ran horizonal with the roof.
He tied a rope around her ankles and hung her upside down from the beam. He returned downstairs and grabbed each of the twins and dragged them up to the attic.
His wife seemed to be waking, perhaps he did not use enough drugs. He gave her a swift crack on the head and she was out again. He quickly tied the twins upside down by their legs as well.
Pulling out a knife he cut 5 inch gashes on both sides of his wife's face. He took out a plastic bag and secured it over her head.
Drip Drip.
The sound of blood hitting the bottom of the bag. Knowing that his kids have done nothing wrong, he did not feel the need to torture them, instead he slit thier wrists and ended it quickly.
Drip Drip.
Still he could hear the sound of his wife's blood filling the bag.
Drip drip.
Finally he had his own time. He pulled out his laptop and went to the RLS.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The bag was almost full. He logged in and saw that Resident Evil had not been posted.
F5 refresh. Drip Drip. F5 Refresh.
His wife began to ferociously gargle. It was happening, the bag had filled up to her nostrils. She slowly began to breath in her own blood and choke.
Her body let out one final kick, and gave out. It has happened, his family was gone.
F5. F5. F5.
Hours went by and RE7 had not appeared. Morning was neigh and he could feel the sun on his skin creeping through the attic window.
He began to panic. My god, what have I done he thought. He had killed his whole family and RE hadn't even come up on the RLS.
Instantly he felt remorse and guilt. He had ruined his whole life. He had slit his son's wrists and suffocated his wife. Panicking he hurried to tie a noose. Climbing up on the chair and looked to the left to see his family dangling there, lifeless. The chair gave way, he dropped a foot and his neck snapped....
RLS 7....
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