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.
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