A GAME NO ONE WINS

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Uncle Herald quietly moved through the woods. He was hoping, praying that none of them would hear. He had gotten seperated from his friend Oliver, who also happened to be an uncle. He was soon informed of Oliver's whereabouts by the blast of a shotgun and the blood-curling screams of a man.

"Bleep bleep bloop!" could faintly be heard in the distance. "I got 200 points! Now entering Bonus Level!' Herald recognized this voice as that of his nephew Issac. Issac used to be such a nice, police boy. Then one day, it came.

A hot new game, UncleCide, a pulse-pounding new game where players could create their uncles and then hunt them down in bloody combat. Issac became so obsessed with the game that his personality changed. No longer would he drink his milk, respect his elders, or say the Pledge of Allegience. All he wanted to do now was smoke drugs of all sorts, tease the handicapped, and kill his uncle.

Issac's friends were also seduced by the game and soon they began hunting down uncles all over. And now they were hunting for Uncle Herald.

Herald crawled into a bush, hoping to hide away from the boys until daylight came. Instead, his chest was soon loaded with buckshot. "I got top score!" "Curse you, UncleCide..."