Moot as always with a strong entry. Sandman, that was amazing. The rear of the monitor began to subtly glow as I got about :30 in, I lost track of time past that point and began to feel woozy. I felt the blood drain from my face, and the chair began to float gently. The last thing I remember was something softly uttered in French followed by a loud thunderclap. I woke to the sound of my neighbors, police and paramedics calling my name as if from some great distance. The ceiling came into focus, radios crackled and a halo of humanity encircled my view. After some time I realized where I was and looked over to see the remnants of my once trusty PC embedded in the wall like so much shrapnel.I was treated for minor burns, as emergency responders found me prone, my Tshirt and 501s tattered in a radial blast pattern from my belt line outward.Now I'm left to pick up the pieces and ponder what made me open the link of a man whose sig line reads -Don't click this.<S>
Reptilian/Grey.
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