It must be that arcane feeling of getting into contact with eldritch horrors of yore when slamming whole sentences of unspeakable cosmic terrors into a piece of yellowed paper.
Just go to any old garage sale. You're bound to find one person selling typewriters and ribbons. My parents sold an electric typewriter about eight years ago. I'm sure that you could still get one today.
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Exactly what I was thinking!!
Not funny, but helpful right?
You can also get them in Raccoon City
Actually, he found somewhere to get them. Thanks, though.