This post is for the Cursed Mountain contest. If you haven't entered yet you should. It has a lot of cool prizes.
There was a time when we couldn't rely on the internet for the latest codes and strategies for games. It was a primitive time when a book much larger and thinner than a normal novel was dominant. It contained pretty pictures and many writers each telling a story only to those who truly were interested in its content. Information contained inside could never qualify as news, yet it captivated its targeted audience none the less. It was the time of magazines where books titled EGM and Gamepro thrived. This is a tale of an 11 year old magazine and how it defined a boy's perception of survival horror.
Every boy robot has some skeleton in their closet they don't want to talk about
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