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It was just an average, typical Sunday afternoon in the Hudson-Hummel household. Burt was off working the plans for the outdoor grill and patio he wanted to build before summer arrived. Carole was off at the grocery store. Kurt was... well, Finn wasn't sure what Kurt was up to, probably catching up on the latest fashion trends or something. And Finn, six pack of Mountain Dew and a half-full bag of Doritos within arms reach, had commandeered the big television in the living room and was busy pounding away at buttons on his Xbox controller, trying desperately to finish this mission before he died.
As luck would have it, he didn't. An enemy that he hadn't originally noticed shot his character square in the chest. In shock at first, Finn just stared as the screen went from red to black, signaling Game Over, as the voice on the video game taunted him. Angrily, he tossed the controller aside... right into his mom's favorite vase.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh crap. Mom's going to kill me," Finn swore. How the hell was he going to fix this?
As luck would have it, he didn't. An enemy that he hadn't originally noticed shot his character square in the chest. In shock at first, Finn just stared as the screen went from red to black, signaling Game Over, as the voice on the video game taunted him. Angrily, he tossed the controller aside... right into his mom's favorite vase.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh crap. Mom's going to kill me," Finn swore. How the hell was he going to fix this?