He stepped into the room and was handed the helmet and the controller, as had been advertised in the videos playing on the screens which surrounded him as he had waited in line for 3 hours with the ice cream melting on his hands. The attendant seemed to have no problem with the fact that his hand was still sticky from ice cream as he placed the helmet over his head. Soon he found himself in a strangely animated rendition of one of his favorite science fiction-based horror films, again as had been advertised during his weight. Presently, a version of the monster whose picture adorned the poster over his bed from the time he was six years old all the way through college was coming directly at him. He knew how to handle his sword, though it was stickier with ice cream than the hero of the film. At least he assumed so. Like many highly anticipated activities, it was over almost before it began, and a moment later he was handing the helmet and the controller back to the attendant, who cheerfully suggested he try one of their other adventures. Not having much else planned for the moment, he approached a larger room with a jungle theme. This room was clearly designed to accommodate a tremendous crowd, yet he found himself alone. A life time of amusement and theme park visits taught him the direction to walk, following the line as if the anticipated crowd were indeed present. The room was elaborately decorated and well-themed, heavy drum music played over the speakers, animal sounds and smells filled the air. Then, suddenly, he was elsewhere. No longer in the jungle or indeed, it would seem, in any sort of entertainment complex at all. He looked to be on the campus of a community college, or the recreation center of a small town. He tried the door behind him. 'Twas locked. He knocked and said he wanted his jungle adventure, which surely sounds like the rantings of a lunatic under most circumstances. Outside now he found himself, surrounded by cement and vending machines and very little in the way of expensive novelty entertainment. He began to walk around, genuinely confused. He approached a building which appeared to be the cafeteria and a group of young women were walking around, seemingly also misplaced.
"Hey," said the woman with red curly hair who appeared to be in charge.
"Hey," replied he.
"Are you looking for what we're looking for?"
"I don't know," he replied with the strange mixture of embarrassment and confidence that only comes of being in unfamiliar surroundings, "I was trying to do the jungle, game, I guess, or ride, whatever it was, some jungle thing, and I'm...is this the cafeteria?"
"We were just at the haunted house, the little one, not the big one. We were trying to find the big one. I thought we were in line for it, but we're out here."
"Yeah, yeah, same, I did the Galaxy Of Zombie Demons, you know, video game thing, and, yeah, like I said, trying to do the do the jungle...I'm not sure what it was."
"Oh," she said. "I have a map."
She unfolded it and urged him to step closer.
"Okay, so, you said you did Galaxy Of Zombie Demons? Where is that?"
"Oh...it was...well, it was based on that movie, I don't know if that's what it was called. It was like...the video game thing. I got an ice cream before."
"Oh, that helps. Okay, so, there are ice cream stands here and...was there a dragon?"
"What?"
"On the ice cream stand, was it the one with the dragon?"
"Oh...um...I don't think there...I got just, like, regular ice cream."
"No, the dragon wouldn't have been the ice cream itself, like, when you went up to it, was there a giant dragon outside?"
"Oh, no...it was the spaceship from the movie."
"From what?"
"Like, it was the spaceship from Galaxy Of Zombie Demons. Like, I went in and like, no, I went up to it and there a little window in the ship and there was a woman selling ice cream so I got one and then I went in the ship and there was the video game thing where you fight the monster and then the guy said to try something else so I got in line for the jungle thing, and now I'm here."
"Okay, well, we went in the Lil Creepy's Ghost House thing...that's...where is that...that's here...and we're trying to find...the guy said there was another big haunted house."
"I don't think...I think the jungle thing was still in the spaceship. I don't think I went back outside before I got here."
"Is there a jungle scene in Galaxy Of Zombie Demons?"
"You've never seen Galaxy Of Zombie Demons?"
"No."
"Oh, man, I've been watching that movie since I was little. It's got this guy and he gets kidnapped by like, the president, and he sends him to this galaxy and there's these monsters and they're like from Hell, but like...the REAL Hell, like the people who wrote the Bible based, I don't know if you're religious, but the people that wrote the Bible were like also space travelers and they found this planet and it's just the most fucked up place and there's these monsters that were like the basis for the concept of evil and he has to-"
"Is there a jungle scene?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Okay, so that whole space ship thing is based on this weird sacrilegious movie you loved as a child. And it sells ice cream."
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