Dramatised Flashback

[Niku]

Twenty minutes to midnight.

Damn, I could feel the hair on my neck rise on their ends. The lights were out, I crouched in my seat just to get a clear view of the keyboard. I think it'll rain soon. It's dark. It's cold. I'm sweating. I stole glances every now and then at the dark corners of the room.

Fifteen minutes to midnight.

I've been thinking about the game. Yeah, that game. It's such a contrast to reality, like a parallel world to keep me sane. Recently Failspark decided to go ahead on full throttle with their unsuitable marketing strategy. Pisses me off to no end. But it isn't just Failspark.

Ten minutes to midnight.

The game is draggy now. Friends left, guildmates left. Hell, today I found out I was being manipulated by two of my best "friends" because they wanted to see some sport. Long story short, I quit the guild and blocked both of the cretins.

Five minutes to midnight.

I clicked on the button, the typing space popped up. I was a little unsure about it, but if it means getting rid of thoughts of those "friends" of mine and the draggy game...

But there're still people I want to stay with there. I pressed "Submit New Thread" and closed the window. I reached for the shut down button, closed the laptop and plopped down the bed.

One second to midnight.

/end drama

Yeah, just had to let it out in a dramatised story way. Yay for doing it in ten minutes. Oh well, lights out.

[Shadow Avenger]

Yep Niku,some nights are like that.

That was rather dramatized,splitting up every increment of time until midnight

[Niku]

Yep Niku,some nights are like that.

That was rather dramatized,splitting up every increment of time until midnight

Yeah, if you read between the lines (which is kinda obvious OTL; I'm ranting on the current Fiesta players and Failspark. Meh.