Matt and Pat's Shitstorm of Scariness

First Night - I had to make a phone call today. It went like this: "Hello? Hi! Yes I'm calling to inform you that a shitstorm is coming your way. Yes, that's right a SHITSTORM. Better get yourself ready. What's that? No, sir, closing the bathroom door won't help you, the shitstorm has a way to break through, yes, I'm sorry. You're better off to just embrace it." Then I hung up and just started sighing. If I was a smoker, this is the part where I should light up a cigarette right now. "You're better off to just embrace it." huh? Well then, shitstorm, come get me motherfucker. -Billy

Second Night - It came, the fucking shitstorm came. And boy did it leave a fucking wreck. Everything is so messed up. I don't know where to begin, it's chaotic as hell. All rationale are gone, nothing makes sense anymore. What do I do now?

Third Night - I'm sitting in my apartment, door locked. I have stopped all direct human contact. Even since the shitstorm came, I don't go to work anymore, there's no point. I'm just staying right here, where I feel safe. Safe from other people. And also, where they are safe from me. -Billy

Fourth Night - Someone knocked at my door today. I suspected it was a trap. Then they said that they were looking for me, for my name specifically. They knew who I was!!! They said they got a package for me, it's the SNES Classic Mini, the European version. Holy shit, that's oddly SPECIFIC. They KNEW exactly what I wanted. I knew it, they're out there to get me, specifically ME!! Damn. I told them to go away, but they insisted in staying, they said they required my signature. That's obviously a ploy to get me to open the door. Hell no. They eventually left, that was a close call...

Fifth Night - I spent my day looking outside my window today... There's straight-up a bonfire right there in the courtyard, and people are just throwing each other into it. This is madness. Thank goodness I'm still safe in my apartment. But for how long? This shitstorm is already lasting too long. -Billy

Sixth Night: Today, I didn't want to deal with anything. so I slept all day. Couldn't play video games because all I see is Sayako getting out of the TV. Couldn't eat anything because all food looks like crawling bugs to me. Despite knowing full well that what I see isn't what it really is, but fucking shitstorm is really fucking up my senses, and I can't see things for what they really are... unless...maybe all my life I was not seeing the real things, and now with the shitstorm, I'm finally truly seeing the ugliness in everything...?

Description will come later, i am not feeling well. -Billy

Eighth Night: Still sick. /Enddescription -Billy

THIRTEENTH NIGHT: GREETINGS, THIS IS BILLY SPEAKING. EVERYTHING IS GOING PERFECTLY FINE. NOTHING WRONG IS GOING ON, SO THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. PLEASE REMAIN CALM. IF YOU PROCEED NORMALLY, BAD THINGS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO YOU. HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

FOURTEENTH NIGHT: hELLO ALL. eVERYTHING IS FINE. lAY BACK. pRETTY DAY. mARVELOUS WEEKEND. eXCELLENT! -BILLY

FIFTEENTH NIGHT: HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO. HELLO.

Sixteenth Night: This is Billy, the real Billy. Or at least I think I am. Not sure yet. I might be a clone. Or a robot. Or an Alien. Or.. I don't know anymore.... WHAT AM I?? -Billy

Seventeenth Night: I don't remember what I did today. It's a total blackout. What happened? And why do I have a huge scar across my chest? I feel like I'm missing an organ.... -Billy

Eighteenth Night: So apparently, I have a dog, or dogs...? Well, you see, this thing has three heads. Not sure if I should refer this as a singular or plural being...? So yeah, evidence indicates that it has been living in my apartment for quite a while now, even though I have no recollection of owning it. But according to the three collars, the name is Cerberus, and it sure seems that I'm its owner. In fact, this dog(s?) is extremely obedient to my every command. It's like my own pokémon, except it is not. I'm not complaining, hehehehe.

Nineteenth Night: Well, since I got a reliable guard dog, I finally found the courage to leave my apartment (I also ran out of food anyways). Turns out, there's no one alive anywhere in this city. It's a ghost city!! No wait, more like a corpse city, because dead bodies everywhere. Am I the only survivor? Did the shitstorm really take everyone and somehow forgot me? Oh well, first order of business, I went to WalMart to eat some food and feed my three-headed dog too. Then I played some video games on 10 different giant TVs, and eventually fell asleep watching a blu-ray movie. What a day! -Billy

Twentieth Night: Today is my birthday, I would have treated myself to some Korean fried chicken, but there's no chef alive to cook for me. As an alternative, I attempted to roast some chicken myself for a BBQ, but when the flame came out of my palm, it literally disintegrated the whole chicken, oops.I still don't know how to control this power. Oh right, almost forgot to mention; so yeah I can now shoot fire out of my hands now. Woohooo! I think I'm a mutant or something, I don't know. But hey, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF! -Billy

Twenty-first Night: I'm hungry. Cereal? At night? -Billy

Twenty-second Night: I heard from TV news channels that there were still cities with the population still alive, but every time I visit those cities, they were all void of life. Am I being deprived of human contact? This shitstorm is really getting on my nerve.

Twenty-third Night: Sorry, I can't write right now. I'm in the middle of someth-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH DAMN YOU DAMN YOU DAMN YOU DIE DIE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE -Billy

SOME people say this game is a trite rollercoaster of cut corners and non-canon story beats. But come ON! Fast-action that doesn't waste your time and getting rid of snore inducing puzzles? We don't see what the problem is! :p

Twenty-eighth Night: I'm finally back to present day. Sorry, I couldn't write anything for a while because I was time-travelling. That's right. It's a long story... It started during the last time I wrote something. As you may recall, I was in the middle of a fight. I was in fact fighting my future self. That's right, the future me tried to kill me. Crazy huh? But I didn't want to die. Somehow, I managed to win the fight with the help of Cerberus. Or rather, the dog really did all the work after its three head just decapitated my future self. I then found a note on him, the note was written by me, I recognize my typewriting. The note said that all versions of me from all timelines, all alternate dimensions and all parallel universes are evil and are the bringer of the shitstorm. Which is why all versions of me must be destroyed. Well, that explains why the future self tried to kill me. He was evil! On the corpse, I also found some kind of travelling device. I used it to go to the past. In fact, I went back to October 1st. More about my time-travel ventures tomorrow. -Billy

Twenty-ninth Night: Through the time-travel device, I went back to the day of October 1st. Every thing was still normal. The shitstorm hasn't arrived yet. I went to the Zaibatsu's headquarter to research and attempt to find some information about the upcoming shitstorm. After a few hours of wasted time, the phone rang. On the caller display, the call is from me, the past me! I remember, I did make a phone call. I did my best to imitate Matt's voice and answered the call. I did a shitty job at it. I think I sounded more like Woolie than Matt. But it didn't seem like it mattered because my past self didn't notice. I must have been too preoccupied about the shitstorm, I guess? It's too late to prevent the coming of the shitstorm. But I can still try to find a way to end it. The note said all Billies must die to stop it, then that's what I'm gonna do. After a good night rest, the next day I started heading towards my apartment. However, the shitstorm has already started. Outside, everyone is trying to kill me. But in self-defense, I had to incinerate the poor souls. There were so many... it's like the whole world were turned against me. It took me a few days of fighting before I finally arrive at my destination. But the apartment was barricaded. I had to figure out a way to get in. And then a marvelous idea struck. I pretended to be the delivery guy who came with the SNES classic mini, the European version. But damn, that fucker past me didn't fall for my deception! How the hell do I outsmart myself? Then I tried to remember what happened to my past self, and then it clicked. My past self was sick. Therefore, in order to make that happen, I had to pollute the air at the apartment. In order to do this, I killed the people living next door, got myself a gas mask, and poured around some toxic chemical stuff to start poisoning the air towards my apartment. My past self got sick quick very fast, and then a few days later, he died. And when he did,

Thirtieth Night: After having killed my past self, I went back to the Zaibatsu headquarter to plan my next course of action. However, I noticed something strange in the log. Particularly on nights 14, 15, and 16. I didn't write the logs of those particular days. And upon analysis, the logs on nights 14, 15 felt a malfunctioning Billy. And on the 16th, he sounded normal. What does that mean? I theorized that after I killed my past self, he must have revived and regenerated slowly but fully. I came back to my apartment on the 17th. And there he was. My past self was sleeping, but well alive. I guess along with my multiple powers, immortality is one of them. I was at loss to what to do. Then I remembered what I initially wrote on the log of the 17th Night. I wrote that I had a huge scar and felt like I was missing an organ. So I pumped lots of anesthesia to keep my past self asleep, and loaded the Surgeon memory into my brain, and performed an operation to my past self. When I opened the chest, I found a black core. I took it out and closed the body. I think this is it, this black core must be the source of the shitstorm. I destroyed the core, I think this is it. I've done my quest. I don't need to kill my past self, just the black core. Time to go back to future. But before I left, I summoned Cerberus to protect my past self. I then activated the time-travel device and which brought me back to October 28th, and I've been living peacefully until today. However, the shitstorm is still here... the black core isn't the source then? After some research, I cam to conclusion that I AM the real shitstorm, as I thought initially. So all Billies still must die. But I forgot one... myself. I'm the shitstorm. To save the world from myself, I must kill myself. It's the only way. Tonight I'm taking one last night of leisure, and then tomorrow, I'll write a final log, and then use the time-travel to go to October 23rd. The night where the future me

Last Night: If you're reading this note, it means you have defeated and killed me. By doing so, you have just ended my shitstorm, closed my time loop and my journey has finally ended. Thanks to you, October 31st will be the last day of the shitstorm, and November 1st will be a regular day. You have saved this universe. But your journey is still ongoing. You still have to get rid of your timeline's shitstorm. In order to do so, loot my corpse and you will find some tools that will help you. It is your fate to do so. I know it because I have done it. And now it is your turn. Now you must be confused. Let me explain. I am Billy, harbinger of the shitstorm. You are also Billy. Despite not looking anything alike, despite your name may have not even Billy, I am your future self, and you are my past self. We are one and the same. I am Billy. You are Billy. He is Billy. She is Billy. Your mom is Billy. Your grandson is Billy. That classmate of yours who is named Billy is Billy. The devil is Billy. God is Billy. We're all Billies. And we are all the harbingers of the shitstorm. And that is why, all Billies must die. And so, go forth to fulfill our destiny, Billy. -Billy