Dan sighed. The moderately good looking 6'1" brown haired teenager was in a mixture of depression and irritation. His trusty camera which he had been his companion for the past two years was now completely and utterly broken. He had accidentally dropped it into the pool when he was trying to take shots of the water polo team, and it had completely been waterlogged. It would cost way too much for him to fix it, and getting a new camera was beyond his budget. He would have used his club's funding, but since he was the only member there, the school gave the money to other clubs instead.
"A photography club without a camera, how useless is this?" Dan sighed as he tossed his broken camera to the side. The camera hit a picture hanging on the wall and knocked it down. Dane swore and went over to pick the photo up, but he paused. Behind the picture was a niche that someone had obviously made on purpose. Walking close to it, he could see that there was something inside of there. Reaching in, he pulled out a large, oddly designed camera.
"Whoa, how long has this thing been in there?" Dan wondered out loud. The picture had been hanging there forever, so Dan never really touched it, but who would have thought there would be something like this hiding in the clubroom? He blew off some of the dust and gave it a closer inspection. It looked like an old fashioned instant camera, almost like a Polaroid, but with a different design.
"If this thing still works, then I can at least still take SOME pictures." He said, inspecting it. There was only one way to find out, and that was to test it. However, just taking a picture of some random object just wasn't his style. Taking the camera, he headed out to find...
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