Hideout Hotel

For some reason I decided to rob the local drug store. I had a huge revolver, went in to the store during broad daylight, and told the first cashier near the door to give me the money. The gun went off by accident but didn't hit anyone, so my partner and I ran out of the store and down to the local creek for our getaway. My partner was a Hindi looking girl who didn't say very much, but whom I think helped me plan the whole thing.


We ran along the creek in town, and finally made our way to a big casino hotel on the edge of town. At this point that girl just vanished, because I was now by myself and it was getting dark. I hid in the front porch of an abandoned house near the casino, just waiting for someone to come get me, but nobody ever did. I kept thinking how weird it was that nobody seemed to be looking for me, since everyone at that store knew me and likely had video of the robbery.

After I felt a little safer I went into the casino hotel, walking up a narrow stairway inside the building to the 7th or 8th floor. There were windows in the stairwell, and I remarked to the person walking with me that it was neat to see such a view of Lancaster.

I went into my room, where apparently my whole family was staying, and sat and watched out the window into the near-darkness. The windows were small, only slightly larger than my head, and were placed low to the floor. At least in my room.

As I was looking out the open window, I kept seeing a girl's head poke in and out of the window directly below mine. Apparently her window was located near the ceiling in her room, because every time she looked out I could see the top of her head near the bottom of my window opening. It turns out she was doing more than just looking out her window.

This girl was actually scaling the outside of the building in the cold and snow, and somehow getting in through the windows and stealing stuff from people's rooms. When I saw that she was about to come up to my window and try to steal my stuff, I got into bed and pretended like I was asleep until she got into the room.

She tried to sneak across my bed, which was up against the wall by the window, and I grabbed her as she was almost across. She laughed in one of those "oh, I guess you caught me" kind of ways, and said that she'd just leave if I let her make a phone call to her friend. I told her that I'd get my cellphone so she could do that, and she smiled and said "I've already got your cell phone" and pulled it out of her pocket.

She made her call and asked for one favor. She wanted to know if we had any comp cards that are used in the gambling machines in the hotel. I told her I'd get her one, since it would only add to our comp points, but after looking in all of our wallets and and luggage I couldn't find any. Dad even woke up and gave a few suggestions, but it appeared that we lost them all.

Shoot 'Em Up

I was in the parking lot of the mall, driving an RV with some friends, when I giant tank came into the far side of the parking lot and started shooting machine guns at all of the cars. Not wanting to get shot, I did my best to move the RV out of the main parking lot and up against the wall of the mall.

We ran inside the mall, which actually contained shitty white-trash apartment units instead of stores. A friend and I ran inside the first one and flopped down on a couch. Nick's ex-girlfriend was there, except she was fat and had a tramp stamp. Shortly after I sat on the couch I heard the sounds of the people from the tank entering the mall, and they were all shooting their guns. One of the shooters was Justin Timberlake.

Luckily before he came in I told my friend that he should take his gun and stuff it in the crack of the couch, so that we'd be unarmed if the shooters intended to search us. I did the same, barely getting my gun into the couch before Justin walked in and started screaming at everyone.

He immediately shot one of the people that rents the apartment. Right in the face. And as soon as he did that, he turned and aimed his gun at me. I didn't make eye contact or do anything, so he settled down a bit and put his gun away and began making plans with his partners in crime.

When he thought he had us all scared enough, he started going back and forth between the living room where we were, and the kitchen. At this point I grabbed my OSU jacket and started putting it on, while also covertly reaching into the couch in order to get the gun. Unfortunately he came back into the room before I had grabbed it.

He tossed a disassembled Colt 45 at me and told me that he wanted me to clean it and reassemble. One of my stupid friends said "I think the instructions are in the couch. I think you're sitting on them." I thought for sure that Justin would want to look and see, but instead I started describing the things on the gun that were broke, and demonstrated how I wasn't going to be able to put it back together for him.

Again he walked into the kitchen, but this time Mongo was already in there and he still had his gun in his coat. As soon as Justin walked around the corner into the kitchen, Mongo grabbed him and threw him out into the lawn and shot him in the head.