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This is from Bishop's Gambit, written by Jeremy Fabiano. Curious, Steve moved to the console and hit accept transmission. Greetings, incompetent humans. The Captain's Journal has been reconstructed as best as possible. I dare say you will be unpleasantly surprised at the contents within. Is that Sammy? Asked Dan. I nodded. Yep, still a smartass too. And coincidentally enough, I still do not care, berated Sammy. Steve laughed. Kinda like his attitude, he said. Ah, you must be the wiser of the group. Excellent. Would you like to see the journal? Asked Sammy. Definitely, said Steve. Yes, please, said Anne. Oh, and this one has manners, said Sammy. I think I like this one as well. Let's see it, I said. That one, maybe not so much, he said. This time he did chuckle out loud. I glared at the console. No doubt you are currently glaring at the console. That is a futile act, and it will not insult my superior intelligence. Behold, puny human, the information you seek. The main viewscreen flickered and a distinguished looking man, perhaps in his 60s, appeared. He looked exhausted and worn down, but still strong and willful. This was a man who got results and didn't take no for an answer.
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This is from Zombies. Hold the line. Written by R.S. Merritt. Let's go, Kyler. You go ahead and follow him. Make sure you know where our stuff is. We'll be up right behind you, Randy said. Kyler nodded and took the stairs two at a time after the deputy. Kelly and Randy spent a minute getting Doreen calmed down and everyone together. There was nothing to take with them, so they were moving up the stairs moments after Kyler disappeared through the door above. At the top of the stairs, they followed Kyler into a back room where all their confiscated gear had been shoved in large, clear, plastic bins. The deputy told them they were expected to be out of the town by the end of the day, then left them alone with their gear. He'd looked like he was going to warn them against using their weapons within city limits. They already knew the town ordinance on making noise, but the rocket attack had pretty much negated that worry for the day. Any noise they added after all that would be negligible. They threw their clothes on and then strapped on their weapons. Less than ten minutes after the deputy had opened the door to the basement, they were armed and ready to roll out. They just needed to figure out where they were rolling out to. We should hit the woods and head north. The zombies will be coming in on the roads, Kyler said. He was feeling much more confident now that he had the comfortable weight of his weapons hanging off him again. Works for me, said Randy. Let's get the hell out of here before the zombies start showing up.
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This is from Walt Disney, an American original, written by Bob Thomas. The two million drawings that made up Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs had been combined to produce 83 minutes of superlative motion picture entertainment. Critics were unanimously enthusiastic, audiences were enthralled. All attendance records were broken in an unprecedented three-week run at the Radio City Music Hall. The attraction could have run longer, but the Disney Brothers believed it should play the New York neighborhoods while the public interest was still high. The Seven Dwarfs, especially Dopey, became immediate folk figures, and the film songs, particularly Hi Ho, It's Off to Work We Go and Whistle While You Work, were heard from every radio. Walt and Roy Disney enjoyed the unique experience of watching money pour into their corporation. Within six months after the release of Snow White, they had paid off all their bank loans. The $8 million that the film earned in its first release was a phenomenal sum, considering that the average price for theater admission in the United States in 1938 was 23 cents and a heavy percentage of those seeing Snow White were children admitted for a dime. Walt was euphoric. To see Disney's folly turn out so magnificently well was dreamlike. The experience erased all the bitter happenings of his early career, the bankruptcy of Lafograms, the loss of Oswald.
