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 The Omega File By CSquared


Prologue:
Dominic Polinsky was awoken on Saturday morning by the doorbell. 
Bleary-eyed, he looked out of his window to see the postman standing there.
Grumbling under his breath, he stomped downstairs, throwing on his dressing
gown as he went.  He opened the door violently, and growled, "This had
better be bloody worth it...  waking me up at ten to seven o' fucking clock

in the morning on a Saturday...".

   The postman, a little taken aback, stuttered a little as he replied,
"Uh...  I h-have a package for you...  sign here please?" Dom blinked a few
times, and snatched the clipboard from the postman's hands, who cowered. 
This was hardly surprising, as Dom *was* over six feet tall.  Four inches,
to be exact.  He roughly handed the clipboard back, took his package, and
slammed the door behind him.  Dumping the parcel on his kitchen table, he
pulled an envelope off the front.  Written in large letters on it were the
words "READ THIS FIRST".

   He opened the envelope and unfolded the paper he found within.  Tired,
he read aloud to himself.  "Dear Dom, I've known you for what, seven years,
now?  In that time, we've had some fun, right?  Now, I also know how
*incredibly* curious you are...  but promise me, you won't open this
package until you get a call from me?  Or, alternatively, when the world
really...  uh...  "goes to shit".  At least, that's the term I've been told
to use.  You'll know when it happens.  Oh, by the by - and this shouldn't
give anything away...  make backups, huh?  Of anything you want to keep. 
Seriously.  Yours, Elias."

   Dom grunted, crumpled up the letter, and flung it at the bin.  He then
proceeded to stomp back upstairs and flop into bed.  He was asleep in
seconds.