Part 1 Another day in Toronto. Wicked looked out the window to see three feet of snow on the ground and roads covered in ice. "Geez. I'm not going out in that," he said to nobody in paticular, "man, I hate these summer heat waves." And with that he plopped onto the couch. Picking up his controller he turned on his PS3. "Now, what to play? Bit o' PS Home, or maybe some Silent Hill...I know!" He scrolled down to his PS1 Classics folder and chose Metal Gear Solid. But when the game started, everything went dark which was weird because it was daytime. Then the TV flickered on and the game started. But that was weird, it was not in the underwater passage. This looked like the snow-covered mountains of Alaska...and that's when he noticed that the screen was slowly getting larger, spreading to cover his whole wall and then, strangely, the other walls. "What the..." Before he knew it, he was sitting on his couch in the middle of a snowy range. There was a sudden whirring sound and a small robot appeared. A screen opened on the side. It read " you need supplies. Choose one." Ask for a gun. Ask for a radio. Ask for some cigarettes.