The year was 2003 and I was a young naive boy of about thirteen years of age. I was a happy idealistic child who loved watching movies and thought that the world was a happy place where no harm could ever befall me.
I was a foolish, foolish little boy.
For one fateful day I was left alone while my parents went to a party, they seemed to think I was old enough to take care of the house myself. I decided to go and watch a movie that was playing on TV, I decided to watch 'Pet Sematary' because up until now my only experiance with horror movies were slasher/monster movies where you just got startled a little so I figured Pet Sematary would be the same thing.
I watched it all the way through, the opening with the ghostly singing of children around gravestones, the dying Victor Pascow with his brains leaking from his skull and his return as a ghost, a demonic evil cat, a skeletal victim of spinal menegitis howling at the screen, a little boy being run over by a huge fucking truck, a zombie teenager with a hideous laugh, the return of the zombified little boy, the death of two people in hideous ways and finally the zombie wife coming home to murder her husband.
When my parents came home they found me huddled up in the bathroom as it was the only room in the house that locked from the inside and I had every light on and I was refusing, refusing to go to sleep. For after I saw that movie I was still left alone in a huge, empty house that was dark and made creaking noises for two whole hours.
I am no longer the happy young thing I used to be, something had changed in that little boy and he would never, ever think that all movies are happy and fun and as the years went on his fear turned to bitterness which turned to misanthropy which turned to violence. He came to resent the human species for allowing such a movie to terrify him so very much and so as his resentment grew he began to identify with a fictional alien race more and began to follow his agenda.
And thus... Vrex360 the destroyer of humans was born.