"Hello..." the man in the video started, "... I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I'm doing this so YOU don't have to."
"Whatever 'this' is." I remarked.
"Twenty-four hours have passed since we started doing this..." the Critic explained.
"Already?" I wondered.
"You mean has it already been that long?" Captain S questioned instead.
In all honesty, since I didn't know about this thing since a few hours ago, I didn't think twenty-four hours would have passed since they started this. Thinking about it, Razmere did make it seem like it has been going on for days by now. And the fact that Ana's company had become too afraid to publish anything... let's just say S was right to say that twenty-four hours was a very short time.
"And nobody has responded to our demands." the Critic continued, "So how about this. You don't give in within the hour after this video's posted, and I'll kill this woman here."
He raised his nine-mill gun, and pointed it to a woman who was crouched down, her make-up wearing off, yet she didn't seem to be in much distress, as she spoke: "Why don't you just shoot if you're really planning to..."
"SHUT UP YOU BITCH!" the Critic shouted, after which he slapped her in the face.
"Alright." the Critic looked directly into the camera, but what he said was clearly meant for the one behind it, "You leave the camera here and lock her away."
"Was that the Resident?" the Gamer seemed to have recognized the woman, "How did she get in there?"
"She's a journalist. They'd always find their way in." Razmere replied.
"The Resident?" I asked.
"You don't know about her?" the Gamer couldn't understand.
"Well, since he's not a local, it's possible that he's not familiar with local celebrities." the Happy Nerd figured.
"But I don't understand." Ana started, "What could possibly make them go haywire like that?"
"That's a very good question." That Guy With The Glasses responded.
But clearly that's all he had to say: "That's it? Just that it's a very good question?"
"Well, Narrator..." That Guy retorted, "... if you got a better idea, why won't you start wearing my robe, my glasses..."
As he spoke, he took off his robe and threw it at me, only for the Assistant to catch it. Only she caught it in such a way that it covered her head, much like kids pulling a sheet over their heads to look like ghosts. And while still under that, she headed to That Guy, trying to calm him down.
"There there." she said, "No need to get excited."
This started to become strange, so I asked Razmere: "Er... why is it that no matter how, where or when I look at your Assistant, I never see her face?"
"What do you mean?" he asked in return.
"Guys, can we focus on the task at hand?" the Gamer reminded us.
"You're right." Captain S agreed, upon which he turned to That Guy, "What is your..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. Once everyone of us noticed, we looked at him, and upon doing so we also saw That Guy, who had sat down, and appeared to be asleep.
"What the fuck?" the Gamer started, "He's just napping?"
"Maybe he just didn't have much sleep." the Assistant concluded.
"Makes two of us." I remarked, but nobody seemed to hear.
"Well, then it's just up to you and your contacts." the Happy Nerd turned to me.
"Er... now really, Nerd..." I started, but he interrupted me.
"Happy Nerd!" he interrupted, although he somehow, despite exclaiming this, sounded more delighted than earlier.
"Happy it is..." I sighed, but again, I couldn't say anything.
"It's too bad, really." Captain S spoke, "I mean, the Angry Video Game Nerd had been visited by Jason, Freddy, Leatherface, and many others before. It was as though they somehow knew that the Nerd was reviewing their games. But now that they want to control our entertainment, it's like they don't know anything."
"Weren't those people you mentioned bad guys?" Ana remarked, "Why would they want to save the world?"
"Hold it!" I interrupted, "What are you talking about, S?"
Before he answered, he was angry about something: "I do have a name."
"Yes, and you failed to tell me that name." I reminded him, "Much like anyone else here."
"It's Belmont. Chad Belmont." Captain S said.
As I remember having heard that name somewhere before, it must have made a weird expression appear on my face, which he misunderstood, and therefor added: "Or you can call me Captain, if you don't feel worthy to use my name."
"Fine, Captain Snob." I replied, "But seriously now, what are you talking about? The Nerd having had many visitors?"
"If you'd have watched his videos, you'd know that he's often visited by other people." the Happy Nerd, or Happy, told me.
"Show me." I told them.
Nobody really understood why I requested this. But in fairness, I didn't understand what this was about either. When it comes to both Leatherface and Jason, I know that both of them are cut off from the outside world. For as far as I'm aware, they never even heard of the internet. So how would they know where or when to visit who when someone talks about them?