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Panicking, I held the power button of my computer done, with the intent to “hard” turn-off my laptop, but the screen remained the same. I pulled the power cord, and sat a few feet away, waiting for the power to drain. After an hour or so, the screen turned black, and the battery indicator light was at zero. As I stood up, the screen suddenly flashed on! In glowing, disturbing white letters, the words “Nice try, kid,” splashed across the screen in English. Just as suddenly, bright, sticky blood started to gush from the CD drive and between the keys!

Over my screams, I heard Bach’s French Suite No. 3 in B Minor ripple through the living room, distorting slightly each time it repeated itself! From my laptop, the blood started gushing up like a hellish geyser, coating the room with foul-smelling liquid and painting my clothing in its ichor. Everywhere the blood fell, the surface burned away as if it were splashed with sulphuric acid, eroding the foundations of the house! As the music reached a demonic crescendo, the roof fell in on itself, and on top of my scarred and naked body- and from the now-exposed sky, gigantic tetriminos began to fall as if some uncaring god was throwing them at my quivering, pathetic body!

Badly hurt, I started to run, only to find myself trapped. Knowing what fate was coming, I leaned against an J-block, only occasionally glancing up toward the heavens for what would surely come next. And it surely did. The sky was darkened under it’s shadow- the last and final long-skinny one. Mockingly, it seemed to slow down, as if to savor the clearing of these blocks. I closed my eyes, and said a prayer to whatever god would listen to my weak, pitiful petition to save my life, but to no avail. The long-skinny butted up against my head, and crushed whatever life was still clinging to its ravished, torn vessel.

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