"Cleveland, Ohio - March 18th 2005
Months ago, when the video game corporation blizzard was searching for candidates to participate in a private beta test of their upcoming MMORPG Worlds of Warcraft, one man was sadly pushed too far. Blizzard claimed they were looking for the best and brightest, those who could play the game, report and issues they felt needed to be improved, and assist the company in honing the game into a revolutionary gaming experience. Sadly, Blizzard was not looking for a young man known only as "Gonk". His alias taken from a leading character from the Star Wars series that can be described only as "black, beeping, walking toaster from hell", this relatively stable soul desired only two things: the loving affection of one Keira Knightley and a chance to participate in the WoW beta. He signed up when he opportunity came around, but Blizzard coldly shunned him. He was told he "did not have the makings of a real compu-champion". Hurt but not dismayed, Gonk continued his quest feverishly. He created online petitions, he spammed several internet messageboards and chatrooms, he even offered oral favors to numerous people he presumed would assist him in his quest (in nearly every case he was sadly mistaken, and his favors left him with nothing more than a dry mouth). He slowly descended into madness, a descent assisted by the loving, caring members of Massassi.net, often described as a George Broussard Worship Site/Shrine. Without access to WoW, and nothing more than a few papparrazi photos of a semi-nude Keira Knightley, Gonk became severely depressed. He began to experiment with illegal substances in conjunction with other online RPG's, but no amount of Dark Age of Camelot and black tar heroin could heal his wounds. He continued in this state for quite a while, when one day his fragile little mind finally broke. He walked into a sporting goods store, took a baseball bat off a shelf, and clubbed 87 year old Seymour Hoffman to death, screaming "I SUCCESSFULLY HIT YOU FOR 15 DAMAGE!" Authorities arrived on the scene and attempted to arrest Gonk, but he somehow escaped. He stole a '74 Dodge Dart and proceeded to drive it from state to state, searching for solace; there was none to be found. His wild, tormented journey ended when he rammed the car into an embankment at an impressive 35 MPH. He was found rocking back and forth in a fetal position beside the car mumbling something about "Defeating the evil Dreadlords". Brought to trial today, Gonk could barely stand as the judge remanded him to a state mental institution. The pain was simply too much for this young man to handle, and it cost him everything."
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"A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip."
-Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
[This message has been edited by Super S51 (edited August 10, 2004).]