An Interesting Legacy

So, I'm going with Roy tomorrow to see about this "Lake Of Blood" that he's always on about. If someone other than me is reading this (in which case, stop it! Not funny!), I think a bit of explaining would help. As I found out, the history of "The Lake Of Blood" is... interesting, to say the least.

The lake itself, in the Highland hills, was perfectly normal up until the Second World War, when British Commandos used it to store secret "hydrocyanide" bombs until they were needed to fight off Adolf Hitler. The projected effects of the hydrocyanide bombs would be devestating; the estimated death count would number in the hundreds of thousands if it was dropped on Berlin. It was our equivalent of America's nuclear bomb, but even more powerful and smaller. It was the greatest weapon ever built in human history, but they didn't recieve a legacy worth having.

Needless to say, we never used them, and the developement of hydrocyanide bombs never resumed when Britain realised that hyrocyanide bombs were so expensive, they cost roughly FOUR times more than the USA's nukes. They were left to decay until the late 80s, when one fell into the lake and detonated in a small radius that killed all the wildlife within 200 meters of the blast. This, and the lake itself, was left unnoticed, and the water turned red with the blood of the dead fish within the water. Hence, "The Lake Of Blood".

As you can see, it is obvious that this is fabled ground; this is practically the first time anyone has mentioned it since the Second World War. Now, Roy was very insistant that someone came with him, and everyone he had asked had refused to come, saying that he was telling a whopper of a lie. Seeing that he was near the end of his options, I decided to come with him. He seemed pleased to have someone coming, and he told me everything I know about it. Mentally, I didn't feel too bothered by it. Probably just a spook story, I thought.

I decided to go and have a look at this place before the day we were supposed to go, and, oh my God, this place was a wreck. Within 200 meters of the lake, nothing stood, not even a little sapling of a tree. The land was all blackened and cracked, no grass, no sign of moisture anywhere. The whole area simply ceased to exist after the bomb went off. I actually felt a little scared at the thought of having to go into the area itself. I think I gulped in fear. I hope Roy knows what he is doing, because if he doesn't, we could be in for a surprise. A bad surprise.

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