WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:00.750 --> 00:00:03.270 Uncle S is the worst. 00:00:03.270 --> 00:00:04.500 Always has been. 00:00:04.500 --> 00:00:08.620 Every time the two of them go over to his house, he just sits in his room all day on 00:00:08.620 --> 00:00:09.620 his computer. 00:00:09.620 --> 00:00:14.560 He doesn’t talk to them, just grunts occasionally, and never cooks them any food. 00:00:14.560 --> 00:00:18.330 The siblings have learned at this point to tell their mom to pack them lunch. 00:00:18.330 --> 00:00:22.180 Worst of all, though, Uncle S is just a little strange. 00:00:22.180 --> 00:00:25.289 He has all these posters up all over his house. 00:00:25.289 --> 00:00:27.650 Some of them with under-dressed ladies on them. 00:00:27.650 --> 00:00:31.029 The Brother’s Little Sister always covers his eyes to stop him from looking. 00:00:31.029 --> 00:00:36.640 But there are other posters too, weirder ones, with these symbols on them and quotes written 00:00:36.640 --> 00:00:37.960 underneath. 00:00:37.960 --> 00:00:41.719 Neither of the kids can really read enough to know what the quotes mean, but their mom 00:00:41.719 --> 00:00:44.840 always gets very tense whenever they ask about them. 00:00:44.840 --> 00:00:49.010 She says they are something to do with ‘politics’, whatever that means. 00:00:49.010 --> 00:00:52.090 You know someone’s weird when even their mom agrees. 00:00:52.090 --> 00:00:54.860 Uncle S is just weird. 00:00:54.860 --> 00:00:56.850 But there is a big upside to being at his house. 00:00:56.850 --> 00:01:00.879 The two of them can just sit downstairs in the lounge playing video games. 00:01:00.879 --> 00:01:05.089 He’s got a big TV and a bunch of different game consoles, most of which are older than 00:01:05.089 --> 00:01:06.650 the two of them. 00:01:06.650 --> 00:01:09.090 This week he’s even got a new box next to the TV. 00:01:09.090 --> 00:01:11.850 It’s full of old wires, controllers and games. 00:01:11.850 --> 00:01:15.790 And when they say old, they mean OLD. 00:01:15.790 --> 00:01:17.360 It all smells of dust. 00:01:17.360 --> 00:01:20.480 The Brother reaches inside and pulls out a big gray box. 00:01:20.480 --> 00:01:23.810 The top half of it is lighter gray and the bottom darker. 00:01:23.810 --> 00:01:26.550 There’s some red writing along the front of it. 00:01:26.550 --> 00:01:29.750 He carefully spells it out in his head before saying the words out loud. 00:01:29.750 --> 00:01:34.090 He doesn’t want his little Sister to know that he struggles with long words. 00:01:34.090 --> 00:01:35.390 ‘Nintendo… 00:01:35.390 --> 00:01:36.680 Enter… 00:01:36.680 --> 00:01:37.980 Entertai… 00:01:37.980 --> 00:01:39.280 Entertainment… 00:01:39.280 --> 00:01:40.570 System.’ 00:01:40.570 --> 00:01:42.510 His little Sister huffs and sits on the sofa. 00:01:42.510 --> 00:01:44.530 She doesn’t want to play that stupid thing. 00:01:44.530 --> 00:01:47.780 It looks old, and the dust is making her sneeze. 00:01:47.780 --> 00:01:50.220 This whole house is dirty and gross. 00:01:50.220 --> 00:01:53.510 The TV and games consoles are the only nice thing in here. 00:01:53.510 --> 00:01:56.020 Why would she want to play with the gross one? 00:01:56.020 --> 00:01:59.000 The Brother ignores her and tries to plug it into the TV. 00:01:59.000 --> 00:02:00.000 Wait. 00:02:00.000 --> 00:02:02.600 Where’s the HDMI on the back of this thing? 00:02:02.600 --> 00:02:04.229 He gives up pretty quickly. 00:02:04.229 --> 00:02:08.600 On the sofa, his Sister switches on the TV and grabs the Xbox controller. 00:02:08.600 --> 00:02:10.929 The familiar Cuphead music fills the room. 00:02:10.929 --> 00:02:12.190 They turn it down quickly. 00:02:12.190 --> 00:02:16.209 Can’t be annoying Uncle S, who’s sitting upstairs on his computer. 00:02:16.209 --> 00:02:18.040 Why does she always want to play Cuphead? 00:02:18.040 --> 00:02:19.550 It annoys her Brother so much. 00:02:19.550 --> 00:02:22.660 They can’t even beat the first level; it’s way too hard. 00:02:22.660 --> 00:02:27.430 She chooses two-player, and Cuphead and Mugman both appear in the field, sunflower men parachuting 00:02:27.430 --> 00:02:28.810 down around them. 00:02:28.810 --> 00:02:32.629 ‘You’re up!’ the announcer yells on the screen. 00:02:32.629 --> 00:02:36.400 His Sister starts running along as Cuphead but bumps into the end of the screen. 00:02:36.400 --> 00:02:38.739 They need to both play together for this to work. 00:02:38.739 --> 00:02:41.480 But the Brother isn’t interested today. 00:02:41.480 --> 00:02:45.769 He reaches into the Nintendo box and rummages around, finding some that fits perfectly into 00:02:45.769 --> 00:02:47.050 his hand. 00:02:47.050 --> 00:02:48.519 Something with a trigger. 00:02:48.519 --> 00:02:49.980 No way! 00:02:49.980 --> 00:02:54.150 He pulls the strange toy gun out of the box and holds it in the air triumphantly. 00:02:54.150 --> 00:02:59.440 It’s gray, matching the NES console, with an orange trigger and the word ‘Nintendo’ 00:02:59.440 --> 00:03:01.700 written on the side in that same red writing. 00:03:01.700 --> 00:03:04.340 A cord dangles out of the bottom of it. 00:03:04.340 --> 00:03:08.380 Immediately he spins around and points it at his sister and shoots. 00:03:08.380 --> 00:03:09.410 Nothing happens. 00:03:09.410 --> 00:03:10.410 No noise. 00:03:10.410 --> 00:03:11.410 No lights. 00:03:11.410 --> 00:03:13.600 She just sits there and scowls at him. 00:03:13.600 --> 00:03:14.600 Fine. 00:03:14.600 --> 00:03:17.640 He gets up off the floor and grabs the second Xbox controller. 00:03:17.640 --> 00:03:22.220 They run past the sunflower men, and shoot the toadstool, but die at the first purple 00:03:22.220 --> 00:03:23.220 flower. 00:03:23.220 --> 00:03:24.220 Great. 00:03:24.220 --> 00:03:25.220 The boy is sick of this game. 00:03:25.220 --> 00:03:27.340 He doesn’t want to keep playing it every week. 00:03:27.340 --> 00:03:28.890 He wants to play with the gun. 00:03:28.890 --> 00:03:31.090 Imagine what games he could play with that! 00:03:31.090 --> 00:03:32.550 He picks back up. 00:03:32.550 --> 00:03:36.230 Cuphead and Mugman respawn, and the music starts over again. 00:03:36.230 --> 00:03:39.860 Very carefully, he peers down the barrel and takes aim at Cuphead. 00:03:39.860 --> 00:03:41.330 He squeezes the trigger. 00:03:41.330 --> 00:03:42.330 Bam! 00:03:42.330 --> 00:03:47.040 A puff of smoke and Cuphead turns into a red ghost, pink heart beating. 00:03:47.040 --> 00:03:49.709 Wait, how did that happen? 00:03:49.709 --> 00:03:51.440 His Sister didn’t run into anything. 00:03:51.440 --> 00:03:52.610 She yells at him. 00:03:52.610 --> 00:03:54.049 That wasn’t fair. 00:03:54.049 --> 00:03:55.860 The Brother is very confused. 00:03:55.860 --> 00:03:57.069 He looks back down at the gun. 00:03:57.069 --> 00:03:58.780 It wasn’t even plugged in. 00:03:58.780 --> 00:04:00.790 And it wasn’t an Xbox gun. 00:04:00.790 --> 00:04:02.670 So how come it worked? 00:04:02.670 --> 00:04:05.290 He points it at Mugman and shoots. 00:04:05.290 --> 00:04:06.290 Bam! 00:04:06.290 --> 00:04:10.019 Another puff of smoke and Mugman’s ghost floats off the screen. 00:04:10.019 --> 00:04:13.560 The menu pops up, and the Brother hits ‘Retry.’ 00:04:13.560 --> 00:04:14.610 The level starts again. 00:04:14.610 --> 00:04:20.030 The music kicks off, and the announcer yells, but Cuphead and Mugman aren’t there. 00:04:20.030 --> 00:04:22.310 His Sister wiggles the stick a few times. 00:04:22.310 --> 00:04:23.330 Nothing. 00:04:23.330 --> 00:04:24.680 The characters don’t appear. 00:04:24.680 --> 00:04:26.180 ‘What are you doing? 00:04:26.180 --> 00:04:27.180 Keep playing!’ 00:04:27.180 --> 00:04:28.470 she yells at him. 00:04:28.470 --> 00:04:30.949 But the Brother can’t see any characters left on the screen. 00:04:30.949 --> 00:04:34.340 Why is she pretending to see them still? 00:04:34.340 --> 00:04:36.100 Footsteps creak the floorboards above their heads. 00:04:36.100 --> 00:04:38.460 Uh oh, now they’ve done it. 00:04:38.460 --> 00:04:41.630 Uncle S appears on the stairs, scowling at them both. 00:04:41.630 --> 00:04:44.760 Immediately each sibling points at the other one and blames them. 00:04:44.760 --> 00:04:46.700 Uncle S doesn’t say a word. 00:04:46.700 --> 00:04:50.720 Instead, he glares at them as he walks over and snatches away their controllers. 00:04:50.720 --> 00:04:53.690 He turns and goes back upstairs. 00:04:53.690 --> 00:04:55.670 No more video games. 00:04:55.670 --> 00:04:57.570 No fair. 00:04:57.570 --> 00:05:01.430 The two of them slump on the couch, arms crossed, not saying anything. 00:05:01.430 --> 00:05:04.139 The NES Zapper sits between them. 00:05:04.139 --> 00:05:06.280 Looks like they’ll just have to watch TV instead. 00:05:06.280 --> 00:05:08.680 It’s the Brother’s turn to choose something. 00:05:08.680 --> 00:05:12.000 He goes on Netflix and puts on Avatar The Last Airbender. 00:05:12.000 --> 00:05:13.949 Her least favorite show. 00:05:13.949 --> 00:05:17.479 The opening credits roll, telling them all about the fire nation’s attack. 00:05:17.479 --> 00:05:21.199 His Sister snatches the gun up from the seat and points it at the screen, aiming at all 00:05:21.199 --> 00:05:22.650 the characters that pop up. 00:05:22.650 --> 00:05:26.389 Her Brother ignores her; she’s just being silly again. 00:05:26.389 --> 00:05:27.480 The episode starts. 00:05:27.480 --> 00:05:31.800 Aang is in a city in the Earth nation, walking around a market surrounded by- 00:05:31.800 --> 00:05:33.610 His Sister squeals. 00:05:33.610 --> 00:05:35.760 He looks at the TV, confused. 00:05:35.760 --> 00:05:37.039 Nothing has really happened. 00:05:37.039 --> 00:05:41.110 The characters are just standing around at the market talking, but his Sister stares 00:05:41.110 --> 00:05:42.960 at the screen wide-eyed. 00:05:42.960 --> 00:05:44.370 Almost a little scared looking. 00:05:44.370 --> 00:05:45.980 What’s she doing? 00:05:45.980 --> 00:05:49.850 She points at the screen in amazement and says that Aang is dead. 00:05:49.850 --> 00:05:53.090 She pointed the gun at him and shot, and now he’s dead. 00:05:53.090 --> 00:05:54.090 Yeah right. 00:05:54.090 --> 00:05:55.670 Aang is perfectly fine. 00:05:55.670 --> 00:05:58.160 He’s standing right there talking to Katara. 00:05:58.160 --> 00:06:01.280 The Brother snatches the gun back and fires it at the screen. 00:06:01.280 --> 00:06:02.280 BAM! 00:06:02.280 --> 00:06:06.819 A gunshot rings out through the town square, and Aang crumples to the floor. 00:06:06.819 --> 00:06:09.160 Katara screams and runs over to him. 00:06:09.160 --> 00:06:12.199 She tries desperately to wake him up, but there’s no use. 00:06:12.199 --> 00:06:14.770 He just lies there dead in the square. 00:06:14.770 --> 00:06:15.770 No blood, of course. 00:06:15.770 --> 00:06:17.520 This is a children’s show, after all. 00:06:17.520 --> 00:06:21.800 Katara starts sobbing desperately and looks imploringly at the screen. 00:06:21.800 --> 00:06:23.449 The Brother’s mouth hangs open. 00:06:23.449 --> 00:06:24.449 Seriously?! 00:06:24.449 --> 00:06:25.729 That’s how the show ends? 00:06:25.729 --> 00:06:27.550 He thought there were a bunch of episodes left. 00:06:27.550 --> 00:06:29.750 How were they supposed to defeat the fire nation now? 00:06:29.750 --> 00:06:31.740 Who’d be the next Avatar? 00:06:31.740 --> 00:06:33.090 He looks over at his Sister. 00:06:33.090 --> 00:06:35.850 Her mouth is hanging open still as well. 00:06:35.850 --> 00:06:40.490 Very hesitantly, he raises the barrel again and takes aim at one of the market stalls. 00:06:40.490 --> 00:06:41.669 He pulls the trigger. 00:06:41.669 --> 00:06:42.669 BAM! 00:06:42.669 --> 00:06:45.320 A watermelon explodes into red mush. 00:06:45.320 --> 00:06:47.740 The characters all jump back and run for cover. 00:06:47.740 --> 00:06:52.720 Sokka peers out from behind one of the cars, staring straight at them, before ducking away 00:06:52.720 --> 00:06:53.720 again. 00:06:53.720 --> 00:06:54.720 ‘This show is weird. 00:06:54.720 --> 00:06:57.771 I don’t want to watch it anymore,’ the Brother says, throwing the gun back down on 00:06:57.771 --> 00:06:59.930 the sofa and pressing back on Netflix. 00:06:59.930 --> 00:07:03.289 He’s going to pretend like that didn’t happen. 00:07:03.289 --> 00:07:07.539 His Sister snatches the remote out of his hand and goes across to HBO Max. 00:07:07.539 --> 00:07:09.210 She puts on Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote. 00:07:09.210 --> 00:07:10.770 That’s a safe option. 00:07:10.770 --> 00:07:12.630 They’ve seen every episode of that. 00:07:12.630 --> 00:07:17.880 No surprise endings, no characters dying, and most importantly, they both like it. 00:07:17.880 --> 00:07:20.390 The episode opens the same as it always does. 00:07:20.390 --> 00:07:22.410 Roadrunner is out running around the canyon. 00:07:22.410 --> 00:07:24.160 Wile E. Coyote has a new plan. 00:07:24.160 --> 00:07:28.360 He’s going to paint what looks like a tunnel into the side of the cliff and make Roadrunner 00:07:28.360 --> 00:07:29.979 run straight into it. 00:07:29.979 --> 00:07:30.979 Foolproof! 00:07:30.979 --> 00:07:35.780 But suddenly, his little Sister has snatched the gun up off the sofa and is firing it here, 00:07:35.780 --> 00:07:37.509 there, and everywhere at the screen. 00:07:37.509 --> 00:07:39.990 But that look of horror is gone. 00:07:39.990 --> 00:07:41.690 She’s laughing! 00:07:41.690 --> 00:07:42.690 No fair. 00:07:42.690 --> 00:07:45.860 He can’t see what she’s enjoying so much; it’s just a normal episode. 00:07:45.860 --> 00:07:49.110 So he snatches the gun back off her and points it at Roadrunner. 00:07:49.110 --> 00:07:50.669 He squeezes the trigger. 00:07:50.669 --> 00:07:51.680 BAM! 00:07:51.680 --> 00:07:56.180 But Roadrunner just sidesteps the bullet and gives his trademark ‘Meep Meep!’ 00:07:56.180 --> 00:07:57.379 He fires again. 00:07:57.379 --> 00:07:58.379 BAM! 00:07:58.379 --> 00:07:59.379 BAM! 00:07:59.379 --> 00:08:00.379 BAM! 00:08:00.379 --> 00:08:04.069 But every bullet seems to miss Roadrunner entirely, who dashes off into the sunset, 00:08:04.069 --> 00:08:07.770 as out from the bush creeps a very injured Wile E. Coyote. 00:08:07.770 --> 00:08:09.860 Bullet wounds all over his body. 00:08:09.860 --> 00:08:13.890 He scowls at the Brother and trudges off down the road, walking straight into the fake tunnel 00:08:13.890 --> 00:08:15.470 he painted. 00:08:15.470 --> 00:08:18.660 After a moment, the Brother breaks out in laughter too. 00:08:18.660 --> 00:08:19.710 This gun is amazing! 00:08:19.710 --> 00:08:21.069 What should they watch next? 00:08:21.069 --> 00:08:22.890 Who have they always wanted to shoot? 00:08:22.890 --> 00:08:26.919 What if they shoot a hole in the dome around Sandy the Squirrel’s house? 00:08:26.919 --> 00:08:28.470 Or kill the Shredder? 00:08:28.470 --> 00:08:29.669 Could Sonic outrun a bullet? 00:08:29.669 --> 00:08:32.680 Or what about all those silly children’s shows his sister watches? 00:08:32.680 --> 00:08:35.860 Could he finally get those characters to stop singing all the time? 00:08:35.860 --> 00:08:40.110 He’s laughing so loud, in fact, that he doesn’t hear the footsteps coming down the 00:08:40.110 --> 00:08:41.110 stairs. 00:08:41.110 --> 00:08:45.120 He doesn’t realize Uncle S is there until the shadow falls over him. 00:08:45.120 --> 00:08:46.660 ‘Having fun?’ 00:08:46.660 --> 00:08:51.070 The Brother tries to explain as best as he can, but the gun is already out of his hands. 00:08:51.070 --> 00:08:55.180 The TV is off, and the remote disappears into Uncle S’s pocket. 00:08:55.180 --> 00:08:59.680 In a grump, the two children sit there bickering quietly until their mom comes to get them 00:08:59.680 --> 00:09:01.470 an hour later. 00:09:01.470 --> 00:09:04.470 That evening Uncle S is doing the same thing he always does. 00:09:04.470 --> 00:09:05.830 He lies on the couch. 00:09:05.830 --> 00:09:08.580 Feet kicked up, instant ramen in his hands. 00:09:08.580 --> 00:09:12.339 The news is on, running a lame story about the President visiting some Kindergarten in 00:09:12.339 --> 00:09:13.970 the run-up to the next round of primaries. 00:09:13.970 --> 00:09:15.720 What a joke. 00:09:15.720 --> 00:09:17.980 Uncle S lies there seething. 00:09:17.980 --> 00:09:21.590 Thinking to himself: As if that guy cares about any of those kids. 00:09:21.590 --> 00:09:25.930 If he did, he’d be clamping down much harder on the borders to stop the foreigners from 00:09:25.930 --> 00:09:27.820 coming and ruining their futures. 00:09:27.820 --> 00:09:31.730 How are these true-blooded Americans gonna have any chance in life when their own country 00:09:31.730 --> 00:09:33.610 is being overrun? 00:09:33.610 --> 00:09:34.930 He switches over the channel. 00:09:34.930 --> 00:09:36.900 There’s some cartoon playing. 00:09:36.900 --> 00:09:38.790 He hates cartoons even more. 00:09:38.790 --> 00:09:40.650 He holds the NES Zapper aloft. 00:09:40.650 --> 00:09:43.730 He’s been carrying it around all afternoon for some reason. 00:09:43.730 --> 00:09:45.610 Imagine if it was a real gun. 00:09:45.610 --> 00:09:50.440 Without thinking, he points the Zapper at the TV and pulls the trigger. 00:09:50.440 --> 00:09:51.440 BAM! 00:09:51.440 --> 00:09:53.570 A gunshot makes him jump out of his skin. 00:09:53.570 --> 00:09:54.770 Was that outside? 00:09:54.770 --> 00:09:56.230 He looks back at the TV. 00:09:56.230 --> 00:09:59.701 The cartoon character is ducking down at the bottom of the frame, a bullet hole in the 00:09:59.701 --> 00:10:00.701 wall behind him. 00:10:00.701 --> 00:10:03.050 Oh thank God, it was just in the show. 00:10:03.050 --> 00:10:04.300 Not a real gunshot. 00:10:04.300 --> 00:10:06.100 The character wags a finger at the screen. 00:10:06.100 --> 00:10:08.120 ‘Careful now,’ the character says. 00:10:08.120 --> 00:10:12.029 ‘If you keep doing that, the SCP Foundation is going to come and get you.’ 00:10:12.029 --> 00:10:13.420 SCP Foundation? 00:10:13.420 --> 00:10:14.980 That sounds dumb. 00:10:14.980 --> 00:10:17.470 This is why he doesn’t watch cartoons. 00:10:17.470 --> 00:10:19.029 Animation is for kids. 00:10:19.029 --> 00:10:20.440 He flicks back over to the news. 00:10:20.440 --> 00:10:23.649 Still, the President still surrounded by children. 00:10:23.649 --> 00:10:28.250 Imagine if he could just point this gun at the President, right between his smug little 00:10:28.250 --> 00:10:30.860 eyes, gently squeeze the trigger and… 00:10:30.860 --> 00:10:31.860 BAM! 00:10:31.860 --> 00:10:37.000 The shot makes him jump so violently that he spills boiling ramen all over his chest. 00:10:37.000 --> 00:10:39.950 He howls and leaps to his feet, trying to shake all the noodles off. 00:10:39.950 --> 00:10:41.790 Great, that was his last t-shirt. 00:10:41.790 --> 00:10:45.480 He’s been wearing it for four days now, didn’t even need to wash it yet. 00:10:45.480 --> 00:10:47.750 What was that noise anyway? 00:10:47.750 --> 00:10:51.290 He glances up at the screen, and his jaw drops. 00:10:51.290 --> 00:10:56.450 The President of the United States is lying dead at the front of the Kindergarten classroom. 00:10:56.450 --> 00:10:58.590 Blood trickles out from under his body. 00:10:58.590 --> 00:11:02.329 Secret Service agents swarm around him, shielding him from view and yelling at the cameraman 00:11:02.329 --> 00:11:03.970 to ‘shut that thing off!’ 00:11:03.970 --> 00:11:05.870 The news cuts back to a distressed anchor. 00:11:05.870 --> 00:11:10.519 She’s trying to talk but is so overwhelmed by what she’s just witnessed that the words 00:11:10.519 --> 00:11:11.580 aren’t really coming. 00:11:11.580 --> 00:11:14.470 A Breaking News headline crawls across the bottom of the screen. 00:11:14.470 --> 00:11:18.510 ‘BREAKING: The President of the United States Assassinated’ 00:11:18.510 --> 00:11:19.910 No way! 00:11:19.910 --> 00:11:22.410 Uncle S drops the gun and stands there panting. 00:11:22.410 --> 00:11:24.760 He didn’t do that, did he? 00:11:24.760 --> 00:11:25.760 No. 00:11:25.760 --> 00:11:27.120 No, of course, he didn’t. 00:11:27.120 --> 00:11:28.120 That was a coincidence. 00:11:28.120 --> 00:11:29.120 All it was. 00:11:29.120 --> 00:11:30.120 Just a coincidence. 00:11:30.120 --> 00:11:33.510 If it was real then he would point the gun at the anchor right now, pull the trigger, 00:11:33.510 --> 00:11:34.510 and… 00:11:34.510 --> 00:11:35.510 BAM! 00:11:35.510 --> 00:11:36.540 Her head rocks back. 00:11:36.540 --> 00:11:38.420 Blood sprays the back wall of the newsroom. 00:11:38.420 --> 00:11:41.430 The feed cuts out, and an ad break starts. 00:11:41.430 --> 00:11:43.519 It’s some stupid infomercial. 00:11:43.519 --> 00:11:47.950 Only the actors in it keep glancing nervously at the camera and slightly hunch behind tables 00:11:47.950 --> 00:11:50.209 and objects when they get the chance. 00:11:50.209 --> 00:11:55.089 Uncle S just keeps standing there staring at the screen all the way through the night. 00:11:55.089 --> 00:11:57.730 Two weeks later, Uncle S is running out of food. 00:11:57.730 --> 00:12:02.720 He ran out of ramen a couple of days ago, beans yesterday, and today he’s having the 00:12:02.720 --> 00:12:05.050 last scraps of moldy bread. 00:12:05.050 --> 00:12:06.790 He hasn’t left the house in all that time. 00:12:06.790 --> 00:12:08.200 He can’t anymore. 00:12:08.200 --> 00:12:11.600 He’s the most wanted man in the US. 00:12:11.600 --> 00:12:13.450 Every night the news is the same. 00:12:13.450 --> 00:12:17.899 His mugshot was plastered on the screen appealing to friends, families, witnesses, anyone to 00:12:17.899 --> 00:12:20.360 come forward and identify this man. 00:12:20.360 --> 00:12:22.910 Somehow, nobody has yet. 00:12:22.910 --> 00:12:26.330 His sister tried to call a handful of times, but he didn’t pick up. 00:12:26.330 --> 00:12:29.370 Before long, he just disconnected his phone line entirely. 00:12:29.370 --> 00:12:32.370 The silence is better, helps him focus on his work. 00:12:32.370 --> 00:12:33.860 He’s drawn up a list. 00:12:33.860 --> 00:12:37.820 In fact, he’d started to draw it up before he’d ever discovered the gun. 00:12:37.820 --> 00:12:43.529 On it are the names of every politician, business owner, media puppet, fake news spreading illuminati 00:12:43.529 --> 00:12:44.990 shill he can think of. 00:12:44.990 --> 00:12:48.810 He just sits there hopping between TV channels, gun at the ready. 00:12:48.810 --> 00:12:53.620 He’s got his laptop down here, too, and he just spends most of the day searching through 00:12:53.620 --> 00:12:56.650 YouTube for different videos of people he’s been wanting to kill. 00:12:56.650 --> 00:13:01.360 He’d be lying if there weren’t a few annoying YouTubers that had made the list too. 00:13:01.360 --> 00:13:03.130 You know the ones he’s talking about. 00:13:03.130 --> 00:13:05.670 The world is starting to fall apart out there. 00:13:05.670 --> 00:13:10.050 With the President gone, along with half of congress and most major propaganda peddlers, 00:13:10.050 --> 00:13:12.139 it’s all starting to unravel. 00:13:12.139 --> 00:13:13.690 Just like he’d always wanted. 00:13:13.690 --> 00:13:17.800 The military is being drafted in to suppress riots across the country but doing little 00:13:17.800 --> 00:13:19.190 to contain it all. 00:13:19.190 --> 00:13:22.820 ‘Random’ shootings keep breaking out, leading to more and more chaos. 00:13:22.820 --> 00:13:28.580 It will be painful for a while, Uncle S knows that, but in time they’ll learn their lesson. 00:13:28.580 --> 00:13:30.550 He just wonders how long he’ll have. 00:13:30.550 --> 00:13:32.760 He can’t keep getting away with this forever. 00:13:32.760 --> 00:13:34.149 Something’s gonna give soon. 00:13:34.149 --> 00:13:35.370 It’s got to. 00:13:35.370 --> 00:13:40.570 They have his mugshot, they have his name, and yet no one is surrounding his house. 00:13:40.570 --> 00:13:44.110 He knows that because he’s set up webcams all around the perimeter of the house. 00:13:44.110 --> 00:13:46.050 He has the live feed open on his laptop. 00:13:46.050 --> 00:13:49.639 If anyone comes within twenty feet of the property, they’re getting a neat little 00:13:49.639 --> 00:13:54.240 hole in the front of their head and getting the back of it blown into a hundred red, pink 00:13:54.240 --> 00:13:56.890 and white chunks to give his weeds a bit of iron. 00:13:56.890 --> 00:14:00.250 In fact, he knows they’ll be on their way soon. 00:14:00.250 --> 00:14:03.560 He knows that because some rat from his blog will have told them. 00:14:03.560 --> 00:14:05.820 He’s been documenting everything on there. 00:14:05.820 --> 00:14:09.899 Masking his IP address first, Uncle S has been recording and boasting about each and 00:14:09.899 --> 00:14:12.160 every kill anonymously as green text. 00:14:12.160 --> 00:14:17.670 At first, he kept it coy, writing in riddles and rhymes about the public figures he was 00:14:17.670 --> 00:14:22.030 murdering, but now he is up to such a high tempo that they’re just a bullet point list 00:14:22.030 --> 00:14:23.030 of names. 00:14:23.030 --> 00:14:27.490 Of course, his posts have all been flooded with trolls acting like he hadn’t done anything 00:14:27.490 --> 00:14:28.639 at all. 00:14:28.639 --> 00:14:31.830 Pretending like the President is still alive, along with everyone else. 00:14:31.830 --> 00:14:34.890 Photoshopping screenshots to make it look like they were getting new photos of these 00:14:34.890 --> 00:14:35.890 people. 00:14:35.890 --> 00:14:39.810 Great trolling, they almost had him doubting his own eyes at times, but every night the 00:14:39.810 --> 00:14:41.730 news channels didn’t lie. 00:14:41.730 --> 00:14:44.540 Another 232 public figures dead. 00:14:44.540 --> 00:14:46.610 Shot through the head by an unknown gunman. 00:14:46.610 --> 00:14:49.459 But tonight, they’ll be coming for him. 00:14:49.459 --> 00:14:50.810 The SCP Foundation. 00:14:50.810 --> 00:14:52.680 They’ll be on their way. 00:14:52.680 --> 00:14:55.990 The characters on the TV have told him all he needs to know about them. 00:14:55.990 --> 00:14:58.139 He can’t hide here forever. 00:14:58.139 --> 00:15:00.170 He almost wants them to come, really. 00:15:00.170 --> 00:15:01.930 He very explicitly made a threat tonight. 00:15:01.930 --> 00:15:05.670 A threat under about a deadly surprise under the stadium at the Super Bowl. 00:15:05.670 --> 00:15:07.949 They’re not going to ignore that. 00:15:07.949 --> 00:15:09.170 Any moment now. 00:15:09.170 --> 00:15:11.010 He’s ready for the shootout. 00:15:11.010 --> 00:15:14.930 He has his webcams set up to cover every inch of his surrounding yards. 00:15:14.930 --> 00:15:19.700 Any SWAT team or SCP Agent that gets close will get gunned down immediately. 00:15:19.700 --> 00:15:24.040 Their only option would be to hit him with a drone strike, and what a way to go that 00:15:24.040 --> 00:15:25.040 would be. 00:15:25.040 --> 00:15:26.190 No one would ever forget him. 00:15:26.190 --> 00:15:27.750 He’d be a martyr for the cause. 00:15:27.750 --> 00:15:29.709 They’d built statues in his honor. 00:15:29.709 --> 00:15:32.850 He licks his lips and stares at the feed. 00:15:32.850 --> 00:15:34.190 Nothing. 00:15:34.190 --> 00:15:36.200 For almost 45 minutes. 00:15:36.200 --> 00:15:37.200 Nothing. 00:15:37.200 --> 00:15:38.200 There! 00:15:38.200 --> 00:15:39.770 A shadow crosses the corner of the frame. 00:15:39.770 --> 00:15:40.770 Then another. 00:15:40.770 --> 00:15:42.649 A gun points into the shot. 00:15:42.649 --> 00:15:43.880 They’re here. 00:15:43.880 --> 00:15:45.600 A team of them, by the looks of things. 00:15:45.600 --> 00:15:49.500 He can see their shadows lining up along the sidewalk out the front of his house. 00:15:49.500 --> 00:15:50.500 He’ll wait. 00:15:50.500 --> 00:15:54.320 He’s gonna wait for them to all line up nicely in the shot, then open fire. 00:15:54.320 --> 00:15:57.640 He’s been practicing so much that his aim’s gotten pretty good. 00:15:57.640 --> 00:16:00.690 A clean shot to the head, one by one… 00:16:00.690 --> 00:16:01.690 Now! 00:16:01.690 --> 00:16:02.690 BAM! 00:16:02.690 --> 00:16:03.690 BAM! 00:16:03.690 --> 00:16:04.690 BAM! 00:16:04.690 --> 00:16:05.690 BAM! 00:16:05.690 --> 00:16:06.690 BAM! 00:16:06.690 --> 00:16:08.540 The gunshots ring out one after the other as he fires at the laptop screen. 00:16:08.540 --> 00:16:12.550 He catches each of the SCP Agents cleanly through the head, one after the other. 00:16:12.550 --> 00:16:15.310 A couple breaks for cover, but there’s no hope. 00:16:15.310 --> 00:16:16.310 BAM! 00:16:16.310 --> 00:16:17.310 BAM! 00:16:17.310 --> 00:16:18.310 BAM! 00:16:18.310 --> 00:16:19.310 He picks each of them off. 00:16:19.310 --> 00:16:22.769 He makes sure to shoot the last man in the leg and sit quietly for a moment, watching 00:16:22.769 --> 00:16:24.550 him crawl across the lawn. 00:16:24.550 --> 00:16:28.209 Uncle S raises the barrel and points it at the man’s head. 00:16:28.209 --> 00:16:29.660 He squeezes the trigger. 00:16:29.660 --> 00:16:30.660 CRASH! 00:16:30.660 --> 00:16:34.820 The front door flies open, and Foundation Field Agents flood his house. 00:16:34.820 --> 00:16:36.430 But how can that be possible? 00:16:36.430 --> 00:16:38.750 He just killed all of them outside the front door. 00:16:38.750 --> 00:16:39.890 He watched them die. 00:16:39.890 --> 00:16:41.610 How are they still here? 00:16:41.610 --> 00:16:44.730 He looks incredulously out of the front door into the yard. 00:16:44.730 --> 00:16:50.259 No blood, no bodies, no evidence of what had just happened. 00:16:50.259 --> 00:16:53.459 The SCP Agents swarm around him, guns raised and barking orders. 00:16:53.459 --> 00:16:57.779 He snaps back to reality and panics, throwing his arms in the air and letting the toy gun 00:16:57.779 --> 00:16:59.490 drop limply to the floor. 00:16:59.490 --> 00:17:00.560 ‘I did it. 00:17:00.560 --> 00:17:03.120 I killed the President of the United States. 00:17:03.120 --> 00:17:04.120 It was me.’ 00:17:04.120 --> 00:17:07.900 He starts crying as they handcuff him and press his face into the carpet. 00:17:07.900 --> 00:17:09.470 The agents question him, confused. 00:17:09.470 --> 00:17:11.020 What is he talking about? 00:17:11.020 --> 00:17:12.450 The President is alive and well. 00:17:12.450 --> 00:17:15.980 He’s in the middle of his next election campaign, doing better than ever in the polls. 00:17:15.980 --> 00:17:16.980 ‘I killed them. 00:17:16.980 --> 00:17:18.150 I killed them all. 00:17:18.150 --> 00:17:19.870 It was me.’ 00:17:19.870 --> 00:17:22.339 Again the agents are perplexed. 00:17:22.339 --> 00:17:26.299 As the uniformed men drag him outside and throw him into the back of the van, he can’t 00:17:26.299 --> 00:17:30.100 help but wonder why everything seems so peaceful out here. 00:17:30.100 --> 00:17:32.260 Where has his apocalypse gone? 00:17:32.260 --> 00:17:34.960 The doors slam shut. 00:17:34.960 --> 00:17:39.080 In this moment, I am very much hoping that no one viewing this video is in possession 00:17:39.080 --> 00:17:43.500 of SCP-674 or an equivalent weapon, currently unknown to the Foundation. 00:17:43.500 --> 00:17:49.470 You see, while SCP-674, otherwise known as The Exposition Gun, poses no threat to me 00:17:49.470 --> 00:17:54.220 in the real world, it could have a nasty effect on your perception of reality. 00:17:54.220 --> 00:17:59.340 The Exposition Gun appears to be an entirely normal Nintendo Entertainment System ‘Zapper’. 00:17:59.340 --> 00:18:03.500 As far as the Foundation can tell, it matches up perfectly with other models released in 00:18:03.500 --> 00:18:05.419 North America from around 1985. 00:18:05.419 --> 00:18:11.020 You can take the Zapper apart, examine each plastic and electronic component individually, 00:18:11.020 --> 00:18:16.280 reassemble it, and you will fail to see anything out of the ordinary for this video game peripheral. 00:18:16.280 --> 00:18:20.900 And yet, if you were to hold this gun up to your screen right now, point it at me, and 00:18:20.900 --> 00:18:26.120 fire, you would hear a gunshot ring out and watch me collapse in my chair, dead. 00:18:26.120 --> 00:18:31.060 For the rest of the duration of the video, you would watch me sit here in silence. 00:18:31.060 --> 00:18:34.809 Videos would continue to upload to this channel, but each of them would probably just show 00:18:34.809 --> 00:18:37.570 my corpse as it slowly rots away in this chair. 00:18:37.570 --> 00:18:42.880 To anyone else, however, it would be business as usual as I uncover more horrifying, unnerving, 00:18:42.880 --> 00:18:46.620 fascinating, and bizarre tales from the SCP Foundation. 00:18:46.620 --> 00:18:51.280 The Exposition Gun only works on its user, forever altering the reality they perceive 00:18:51.280 --> 00:18:53.590 through whichever digital screen they fire at. 00:18:53.590 --> 00:18:58.190 If they shoot the President as Mr. S did, then in the continuity of any news program 00:18:58.190 --> 00:19:01.660 they watch, the President will forever be dead. 00:19:01.660 --> 00:19:03.750 The same applies to fictional shows as well. 00:19:03.750 --> 00:19:07.910 If the main character dies off, a sidekick steps in to take their place, and the story 00:19:07.910 --> 00:19:09.020 changes accordingly. 00:19:09.020 --> 00:19:14.120 It is to be noted that each show or movie follows its own internal logic, however. 00:19:14.120 --> 00:19:18.420 The children were unable to shoot Roadrunner because he always gets away, but in classic 00:19:18.420 --> 00:19:24.680 cartoon fashion, all of their missed bullets ended up hitting a very forlorn Wile E. Coyote. 00:19:24.680 --> 00:19:28.830 In this context, however, the gun was proved not to be fatal as in the universe of that 00:19:28.830 --> 00:19:33.940 show explosions, electrocutions, falls from cliffs, and drownings can never kill the Coyote. 00:19:33.940 --> 00:19:37.090 So, of course, a gunshot would be no different. 00:19:37.090 --> 00:19:42.480 What is most interesting however is the gun’s apparent ‘awareness’ of the SCP Foundation. 00:19:42.480 --> 00:19:46.700 Users who fire the gun into the camera frequently will find characters soon breaking the fourth 00:19:46.700 --> 00:19:51.980 wall and warning them to stop it soon, for fear of being caught by the Foundation. 00:19:51.980 --> 00:19:58.450 Perhaps most chilling and still unexplained to this day, was Mr. S’s ultimate demise. 00:19:58.450 --> 00:20:02.130 Between rounds of questioning, he was locked in a cell with a lone security camera watching 00:20:02.130 --> 00:20:03.130 him. 00:20:03.130 --> 00:20:07.299 Mr. S was observed conversing with the camera frequently, apparently hearing replies though 00:20:07.299 --> 00:20:09.850 none could be heard in any of the recordings. 00:20:09.850 --> 00:20:14.790 Over time these debates grew more and more aggressive until, all of a sudden, he was 00:20:14.790 --> 00:20:17.140 shot down in his cell. 00:20:17.140 --> 00:20:19.930 Researchers and agents rushed in but were too late. 00:20:19.930 --> 00:20:25.320 Three .38 caliber bullets were lodged in his chest, with no evidence of a shooter in sight. 00:20:25.320 --> 00:20:29.720 The man died on the scene, and researchers have since been wary about experimenting too 00:20:29.720 --> 00:20:32.040 much with the Exposition Gun. 00:20:32.040 --> 00:20:36.659 if you want to support this important mission, while also getting influence over the anomalies 00:20:36.659 --> 00:20:41.120 we cover and an exclusive look behind the scenes, check out the Dr. Bob patreon and 00:20:41.120 --> 00:20:44.520 become a junior researcher today 00:20:44.520 --> 00:20:50.040 Now go and watch another entry from the files of Dr. Bob, like SCP-923 Rogue Satellite - A 00:20:50.040 --> 00:20:53.590 Useful Tool, for another unique anomalous weapon. 00:20:53.590 --> 00:20:57.630 And make sure you subscribe and turn on notifications, so you don’t miss a single anomaly, as we 00:20:57.630 --> 00:21:08.060 delve further and further into the SCP Foundation’s classified archives.