"Shit, shit shit. Why did it have to rain today of all days." Short red-brown hair clumsily hangs over the forest green eyes of Vincent Burns, a college dropout who chose to work on his animation skills rather than study. He was tall and thin with a pale complexion, he had circles under his eyes from staying up so late working on a new animation for a music video for youtube. It was about two-three minutes long so he spent a good time of the night working on the designs. He pulled his hood over his head and started to run off down the street heading to the bus stop.
Once again his application to an animation studio was denied due to his inexperience even though he manages to get eight small animations made in the past month. All for youtube, five were commissions, three were for his own channel of a mini series he called Broken Link. With a sigh Vincent got onto the bus, finding a seat he waited till it came close enough to his apartment. Walking up the stairs he came to his door E3, it was rather pricey but half of the bills were payed by his roommate who unfortunately was his sister. As he fumbled with the keys he noticed a small package on the doormat, picking it up he made his way into the living room. He sighed happy his sister went to bed, sitting on the futon he looked up at the T.v and flipped through stations till he came to simple crime show. Looking coffee table he ran his hands over the package, the only thing on the package was his address.
"I really hope she didn't order more underwear from Amazon again." He says opening the box, digging through Styrofoam peanuts he grabbed a hold of something. Pulling it out he saw it was a recorder of some sort. On the bottom written in silver marker was the word Dictaphone. "What the heck?" He said turning it over in his hands. Vincent's green eyes were filled with curiosity. Digging through the box he found a small letter it read.
In this box is The Dictaphone, a powerful device that will change your life forever. Record your wish and who knows it might come true.
The letter was unsigned and left Vincent's head filled with questions. Sighing he set it on the coffee table and laid down on the couch not having the energy to head to his own bed.
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