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James sat in front of his computer screen, typing an email. We was writing a letter to his sister whom had moved away interstate. He hadnt spoken to her for quite a while and decided finally that he had better contact her sooner rather than later. A beer sat at his right and a desk fan on the left, cooling him from the thick summer air. He began his letter, taking a sip.
Dear Sis,
How is everything? I heard your 18th was a killer :)
I bet the hangover is a brilliant experience at the moment, too. I've been okay, just in case you were wondering how your big bro was doing.
It gets a bit lonely here sometimes without a younger sister to annoy, lol. ;P
Then his screen froze. He tried tapping enter, mashing the keyboard and waitng a few seconds for any kind of response. He took another sip. As he put his bottle down, the screen went black. Not off, just black. "Great. I just had this piece of crap repaired..." he said, his sentence being cut short as words appeared across the screen... They were somehow, well, wrong...
C̄̏ͦ̔̋̚͜oͮ͝m̴̓ͩ̈͊͑͆̈̽͏̡eͥ̍̇̒ͥͭ͐̽́ ̢͌ͪ̏͠Fͦ̐ͮ̋̾o͑ͨ͌̔ͥͩ͗̕l̓̏̇ͥ̋̊̓̆҉lͩͨͦͫ͒̽ͯ̿ͣ͏̴o̒ͬ͒͏̨w͊̀̆ͤ̂͆͏͢ ̑́M͂̄̄̉̆͗̓ͣȩ̍̐̇̓͂ͫ.̴͐.͐̾̎ͦ̔̔̈̏̚͞.̷͑ͪͧ̀ ̸̶͆̀ͧ̎Cͮͮ̃̋͠͠ȏ̸̧̽ͨ̈́̿̔̚m͂̐̅ͦ̓e̢ͪͬ͌ͣ͂̀͒ͭͪ͏ ́ͬ̍̔ͧͦ̽ͬ͟͡F̛̌͒̓̃̋̀͠o̧͊̓ͥ̏͟͝l̀̃̍͊͊̎ͧ̔͏̸l͑̾͝o̢͂ͨͧ̆ͮ͘wͧ̃͗̆̈͌ͪ̌ ͆̒ͣ̄̋̔M̿̿ͪ̐ͪͯ̒̀͝ë́̍͂̀̀.̢̄ͫ.̔͋ͥ̏͊̑̌̀̈́.̽ͫ͏͝</TEXT>
What the fuck?! What the hell is this? Some kind of sick joke?!
C̄̏ͦ̔̋̚͜oͮ͝m̴̓ͩ̈͊͑͆̈̽͏̡eͥ̍̇̒ͥͭ͐̽́ ̢͌ͪ̏͠Fͦ̐ͮ̋̾o͑ͨ͌̔ͥͩ͗̕l̓̏̇ͥ̋̊̓̆҉lͩͨͦͫ͒̽ͯ̿ͣ͏̴o̒ͬ͒͏̨w͊̀̆ͤ̂͆͏͢ ̑́M͂̄̄̉̆͗̓ͣȩ̍̐̇̓͂ͫ.̴͐.͐̾̎ͦ̔̔̈̏̚͞.̷͑ͪͧ̀ ̸̶͆̀ͧ̎Cͮͮ̃̋͠͠ȏ̸̧̽ͨ̈́̿̔̚m͂̐̅ͦ̓e̢ͪͬ͌ͣ͂̀͒ͭͪ͏ ́ͬ̍̔ͧͦ̽ͬ͟͡F̛̌͒̓̃̋̀͠o̧͊̓ͥ̏͟͝l̀̃̍͊͊̎ͧ̔͏̸l͑̾͝o̢͂ͨͧ̆ͮ͘wͧ̃͗̆̈͌ͪ̌ ͆̒ͣ̄̋̔M̿̿ͪ̐ͪͯ̒̀͝ë́̍͂̀̀.̢̄ͫ.̔͋ͥ̏͊̑̌̀̈́.̽ͫ͏͝</TEXT>
He slapped the side of the screen violently. The screen turned off and then back on and the page with his email was back. He finished his email and his beer and turned the machine off. He sat in front of the television, and flicked over to Family Guy in an attempt to shake the sick feeling in the back of his throat and the fear that hung over him like a guillotine blade. He decided that he had had enough internet for one day...
Dear Sis,
How is everything? I heard your 18th was a killer :)
I bet the hangover is a brilliant experience at the moment, too. I've been okay, just in case you were wondering how your big bro was doing.
It gets a bit lonely here sometimes without a younger sister to annoy, lol. ;P
Then his screen froze. He tried tapping enter, mashing the keyboard and waitng a few seconds for any kind of response. He took another sip. As he put his bottle down, the screen went black. Not off, just black. "Great. I just had this piece of crap repaired..." he said, his sentence being cut short as words appeared across the screen... They were somehow, well, wrong...
C̄̏ͦ̔̋̚͜oͮ͝m̴̓ͩ̈͊͑͆̈̽͏̡eͥ̍̇̒ͥͭ͐̽́ ̢͌ͪ̏͠Fͦ̐ͮ̋̾o͑ͨ͌̔ͥͩ͗̕l̓̏̇ͥ̋̊̓̆҉lͩͨͦͫ͒̽ͯ̿ͣ͏̴o̒ͬ͒͏̨w͊̀̆ͤ̂͆͏͢ ̑́M͂̄̄̉̆͗̓ͣȩ̍̐̇̓͂ͫ.̴͐.͐̾̎ͦ̔̔̈̏̚͞.̷͑ͪͧ̀ ̸̶͆̀ͧ̎Cͮͮ̃̋͠͠ȏ̸̧̽ͨ̈́̿̔̚m͂̐̅ͦ̓e̢ͪͬ͌ͣ͂̀͒ͭͪ͏ ́ͬ̍̔ͧͦ̽ͬ͟͡F̛̌͒̓̃̋̀͠o̧͊̓ͥ̏͟͝l̀̃̍͊͊̎ͧ̔͏̸l͑̾͝o̢͂ͨͧ̆ͮ͘wͧ̃͗̆̈͌ͪ̌ ͆̒ͣ̄̋̔M̿̿ͪ̐ͪͯ̒̀͝ë́̍͂̀̀.̢̄ͫ.̔͋ͥ̏͊̑̌̀̈́.̽ͫ͏͝</TEXT>
What the fuck?! What the hell is this? Some kind of sick joke?!
C̄̏ͦ̔̋̚͜oͮ͝m̴̓ͩ̈͊͑͆̈̽͏̡eͥ̍̇̒ͥͭ͐̽́ ̢͌ͪ̏͠Fͦ̐ͮ̋̾o͑ͨ͌̔ͥͩ͗̕l̓̏̇ͥ̋̊̓̆҉lͩͨͦͫ͒̽ͯ̿ͣ͏̴o̒ͬ͒͏̨w͊̀̆ͤ̂͆͏͢ ̑́M͂̄̄̉̆͗̓ͣȩ̍̐̇̓͂ͫ.̴͐.͐̾̎ͦ̔̔̈̏̚͞.̷͑ͪͧ̀ ̸̶͆̀ͧ̎Cͮͮ̃̋͠͠ȏ̸̧̽ͨ̈́̿̔̚m͂̐̅ͦ̓e̢ͪͬ͌ͣ͂̀͒ͭͪ͏ ́ͬ̍̔ͧͦ̽ͬ͟͡F̛̌͒̓̃̋̀͠o̧͊̓ͥ̏͟͝l̀̃̍͊͊̎ͧ̔͏̸l͑̾͝o̢͂ͨͧ̆ͮ͘wͧ̃͗̆̈͌ͪ̌ ͆̒ͣ̄̋̔M̿̿ͪ̐ͪͯ̒̀͝ë́̍͂̀̀.̢̄ͫ.̔͋ͥ̏͊̑̌̀̈́.̽ͫ͏͝</TEXT>
He slapped the side of the screen violently. The screen turned off and then back on and the page with his email was back. He finished his email and his beer and turned the machine off. He sat in front of the television, and flicked over to Family Guy in an attempt to shake the sick feeling in the back of his throat and the fear that hung over him like a guillotine blade. He decided that he had had enough internet for one day...