Per 
April 14th, 1999.
Kyle coughed as he looked around the dusty broadcasting room. Looks like it’s been abandoned for years. Him and the three other MTF looked around the room. He walked over and began inspecting the shelves, full of cardboard boxes holding VHS tapes, recordings, microphones and headphones.
Approximately 2 hours earlier, all TVs in the town of Rhulestone were interrupted. The official details of what exactly happened in the interruption is unknown, but was thought to cause a memetic effect. Everyone in the town were found dead, approximately 50,000 people. Every victim were found dead where they originally were, with the exception of blood shot eyes.
Kyle took off a box from the shelf and put it down on the floor. He looked around to only find dusty tapes. He sighed as he put it in the middle of the room for when they needed to take evidence out. Kyle slung the rifle over his shoulder as he walked over to a computer.
“It’d be a fuckin’ wonder…” He whispered to himself as he sat in the nearly fallen apart chair. It squeaked as Kyle put his weight on the chair. His hand scouted around the monitor as he searched for a way to turn it on. He felt a small bump and pulled out his flashlight and shined it down. He saw the power button which his thumb was on. He pressed it and looked back up. He saw the screen flash as the monitor yawned.
“I’ll be damned.” He remarked as he stretched his back, turning left and right. He leaned back into the decaying chair as a tune plays with a small grainy animation plays, showing the image.
“Yo, what the fuck is that?”
