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Matthew's campervan

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    (Anybody trespassing in Matthew's van can find the recordings on his computer and the van's cassette player. The pictures can be found all over the place. Text posts are written and all over the place as well, or found on the computer.)
    >Audio log #1
    >RECORDING: START


    "ONCE A JOLLY SWAGMAN CAMPED BY-A BILLABONG~ ♪ ♫"


    >RECORDING: STOP

    A picture is found on the front passenger seat.
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    >Audio log #2
    >RECORDING: START


    OI, I TOLD THE MONKEY BOGAN TO SAY 'ROO AND TOOK A SURPRISE PICTURE, HEY?
    LOOK AT HER BLOODY FACE.

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    HAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT HER BLOODY CAKEHOLE.

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    FACE LIKE A CHOOK'S ARSE

    HAHAHAAHAHAHAEHEUEHEUEHEUEH.
    >RECORDING: STOP
     
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    >Audio log #4
    >RECORDING: START


    TALK TO ME ABOUT BIG BLOODY GUNS, MATE
    OI'LL FUCKIN' EMBARASS YA

    >RECORDING: STOP


    A picture is found on the chalkboard
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    Matthew walks into the RV, slamming the door behind him, whistling happily. He slams a cassette down inside a player, and a song very dear to him starts playing.

    Matthew takes his kevlar and shirt off, scratching on his happy trail as he dances around, taking a little poster out of his pocket. He plasters it over everything on the chalkboard.

    Dancing around all the way to the sink, singing along, he takes a sip of tapwater and looks at himself in the mirror, grinning.

    "Million pixel Matt-o, hey? You're bloody handsome, mate."