This article is part of the Instruction for a Help series.
The "Instruction for..." series is nearing its end. Next Friday will be the final installment of the series and I've got some fun things planned. Some questions will be answered, some won't, but after the urging from readers on the forums I will be publishing some supplementary information.
This info will be presented as a condensed companion to the "Instruction for..." series. I feel I might have given the impression that this stuff is going to be dry notes. To the contrary, it is a ton of material written and unused throughout the series from the perspective of the "Mans From Below", and I hope it will be as entertaining as the main articles have been. I've resisted the urge to fill things in from a more conventional perspective and I intend to stick that one out through the main series.
If you are enjoying the way the story has been presented and you don't want things spoiled by more details I suggest you stay away from my Daily Dirt next Friday. This parallel storyline will tell the tale of the subterranean faction and provide insight that you mind find more accessible, but it could also ruin some of the mystery. What I really came up with will probably never be as cool as what you imagined.
If you don't want to see it, I don't want you seeing the zipper on the monster suit.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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