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Investigation launched into mysterious wildlife, staffers head for high ground

For some reason, the proliferation of monkeys continues. They continue to appear all over the place. Most recently, they pooled their efforts and took the resident Pucca hostage, making all sorts of jacked-up demands and whatnot.

The results were not pretty.

As if that weren’t enough to alarm the entire Newtype USA staff, strange identifying markers were found all over the office. In the bathrooms, on printers, on the stereo, on the walls… It was becoming clear who was responsible for it all. If we only had a name to go on.

Eventually, the whole incident would be capped off with the discovery of an ominous moniker contained in the ransom e-mails…MuNKeeSKwaD.

The day before (Valentine’s Day) was long enough. My body dragging from only four hours of sleep the previous night, I still had to stop by the apartment and pack up some clothes before I headed over to my in-laws place for the weekend. After that? Well, I was completely expecting to settle down for the evening with my wife and maybe watch some television.

However, when I got there, it seemed the world had other plans for me. I walked in the door, bringing my clothes and things, glanced at Carol and stepped out to get more things from the car. It couldn’t have been more than ten, maybe fifteen seconds. When I walked in again, all I remember hearing was two words. I don’t remember how they were arranged or phrased, I just remember them darting through the air at me.

“Water”

“Broke”

In that instant, I literally felt a physical jolt, and from that point on, my arrival quickly turned into a second packing session. This time it would be clothes for Carol and things for the soon-to-be new addition to our family. A call was made to Carol’s doctor, but I insisted that we should get moving, because things might start happening while we wait for a response. So, with bags packed, we were loaded up and off to the hospital, the two of us and my mother-in-law. At that point, my concern wasn’t speed, surprisingly enough. It was more a case of containing myself, because after all, we were about to HAVE A BABY!!!

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