RESIDENT EVIL, JAMAICAN STYLE
I don't own Resident Evil or any of its characters and I don't make any profits from it either.
For several years no one had been in the old abandoned mansion, which was located deep in the forest in the Jamaican countryside. No one had been in the mansion for a while because no one knew about it, except for a select few. The owner of this mansion was a very powerful pharmaceutical company by the name of Umbrella. Umbrella had built this mansion in Jamaica for two reasons. The first is that they needed a cover for their underground lab, which I will get too later. The other is that they figured that nobody in Jamaica would ever find it, because every one in Jamaica is a pothead with bad memory. Little did they know that the Jamaican land was starting to diminish due to huge fields of pot, and it was becoming very hard for growers to find new and crop worthy fields to plant their plants.
There were four such growers looking for a field to plant their crop when they happened to luck across the mansion. These four potheads were Tj, Ryan, Jake, and Mitchell. For their journey into the woods they packed what any Jamaican pothead would think was the essentials for a trip in the wood: a bag of Cheetos each, a bag of their best pot each, a straw (which was brought by Ryan for reasons only he knows), a cap gun (brought by Tj because he said we needed protection), and of course, a bong. Everyone was tired after their hike through the woods in search for a good place to plant their crop, they had never walked that far since the their car had broken down and they had to walk to the dealers house. When they stumbled upon the mansion everyone was very grateful to have found a place to rest. Mitchell pulled out his bag of Cheetos and grabbed a handful, everyone else saw Mitchell eating and they pulled out their bags and started munching too because they had just smoked a fat one a little while earlier. Through a mouthful of Cheetos Jake asked, "So, are we gonna crash in that house over there for the night or what?" "I don't know, should we," asked Tj. "No, I think we should probably head back to the road and come back some other time and try to find a place for our stuff," said Mitchell. Ryan had a sudden stroke of intelligence. "Dude, where is the road," he said. "I thought I told you to make sure we didn't get lost?" Mitchell asked. "You did?" he said. "I think I did."
I don't own Resident Evil or any of its characters and I don't make any profits from it either.
For several years no one had been in the old abandoned mansion, which was located deep in the forest in the Jamaican countryside. No one had been in the mansion for a while because no one knew about it, except for a select few. The owner of this mansion was a very powerful pharmaceutical company by the name of Umbrella. Umbrella had built this mansion in Jamaica for two reasons. The first is that they needed a cover for their underground lab, which I will get too later. The other is that they figured that nobody in Jamaica would ever find it, because every one in Jamaica is a pothead with bad memory. Little did they know that the Jamaican land was starting to diminish due to huge fields of pot, and it was becoming very hard for growers to find new and crop worthy fields to plant their plants.
There were four such growers looking for a field to plant their crop when they happened to luck across the mansion. These four potheads were Tj, Ryan, Jake, and Mitchell. For their journey into the woods they packed what any Jamaican pothead would think was the essentials for a trip in the wood: a bag of Cheetos each, a bag of their best pot each, a straw (which was brought by Ryan for reasons only he knows), a cap gun (brought by Tj because he said we needed protection), and of course, a bong. Everyone was tired after their hike through the woods in search for a good place to plant their crop, they had never walked that far since the their car had broken down and they had to walk to the dealers house. When they stumbled upon the mansion everyone was very grateful to have found a place to rest. Mitchell pulled out his bag of Cheetos and grabbed a handful, everyone else saw Mitchell eating and they pulled out their bags and started munching too because they had just smoked a fat one a little while earlier. Through a mouthful of Cheetos Jake asked, "So, are we gonna crash in that house over there for the night or what?" "I don't know, should we," asked Tj. "No, I think we should probably head back to the road and come back some other time and try to find a place for our stuff," said Mitchell. Ryan had a sudden stroke of intelligence. "Dude, where is the road," he said. "I thought I told you to make sure we didn't get lost?" Mitchell asked. "You did?" he said. "I think I did."