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Frustration A New Dawn

This is so amazing to get back into party game night to, I appreciate your work!!

Thank you all for such positive feedback and wholesome comments!
XeN, your maps are awesome.. still waiting on the next Tutankhamun course

I try to make courses as good as this and fail miserably. However, I do try.

Bravo Sir! Bravo! <3

Webster's dictionary defines the word "Hero" as a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. I think while a good effort was made they failed the capture the true meaning of this word. Horny Cartoon Wolf's dictionary has updated the word "Hero" with a more accurate definition... "Hero" - A gamer named Squirmy Router

NARRATOR:
(Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard)
According to all known laws
of aviation,
:
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
:
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
:
The bee, of course, flies anyway
:
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
BARRY BENSON:
(Barry is picking out a shirt)
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
:
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
JANET BENSON:
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
BARRY:
Coming!
:
Hang on a second.
(Barry uses his antenna like a phone)
:
Hello?
ADAM FLAYMAN:

(Through phone)
- Barry?
BARRY:
- Adam?
ADAM:
- Can you believe this is happening?
BARRY:
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
(Barry flies down the stairs)
:
MARTIN BENSON:
Looking sharp.
JANET:
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
BARRY:
Sorry. I'm excited.
MARTIN:
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.

Another successful deployment of a chillingly frustrating horror landscape, perfectly dystopic both in atmosphere and spirit.

My life has changed. Before, a man, in a dark hallway. Looking at me from a distance. I can't see his face, his eyes, all in shadow. But I know he beckons. He whispers. Not audibly, but in my head. I hear him in my head. He doesn't move, but I know he's coming towards me. Slowly, carefully. What is he whispering to me? It's in a language I can't understand. It sounds old, ancient, long dead and gone. But the message is clear, it cleaves my brain like a sharpened sword. It's elation, euphoria, a message of hope and joy. A new Frustration level. I know that's what he's saying. I know that's what he's saying. I know that's what he's saying.