There once was a teenager named John. John was 14 years old, an only child, and, quite frankly, was bored out of his mind. He was stuck at home, his parents out at their jobs, with a torrential rainstorm outside. "Dammit, I'm bored!" he shouted to himself. "The internet's down, the cable's down, and I don't want to use the mental capacity to read a book. So what the hell do I do?!" he pondered over this for a while. "I guess I could play... Solitare, or something. So..." he said, getting up from the couch, "Now for the toughest challenge of all: finding a deck of cards." This was true, as in his house, things got lost all the time. Pencils, paper clips, thumbtacks, you name it.
"Maybe there's a deck in the attic." thought John. "We've got boxes and boxes up there full of random crap. So, he trudged up the unfolding attic steps, and stepped into the musty room. "Jeeze, when's the last time anyone DUSTED around here?!" he exclaimed, looking at all the dust and cobwebs. "I'd say I was Indiana Jones in his latest adventure if I didn't know better. As he searched hopelessly for a box that might contain anything interesting, he stumbled upon something strange.
"What the heck is this thing?" he said, looking at the lid. "Wargames: The famous game of attack and defend. Don't they mean attack and defense? Meesh, I'll never understand grammer. Anyway... this thing looks interesting, I guess." So, he hefted the box, carefully carrying it down the ladder, and brought it to the dining room. He opened the box, to find...
"Wow." he said, looking at what was inside, "This is amazing." He was right; Inside the box was a fantastic battle diorama, with miniature soldiers in battle pose, tanks firing their shells, planes at the ready, villages laying in ruins, rivers, mountains- John had never seen anything this detailed before in his life, let alone a diorama. "This is cool and all, but... I was expecting a board game, or something. Hey, what's this?" he said, looking at the opposite side of the box. There was a small slot, and in that slot was a card. "What... " he started, as he picked up the card and examined it. "'Resume Game? Y/N' What the hell does that mean? How does anything I do change this card? What am I supposed to do, say the answer?!" he mocked, "Yeah, that's it. Okay, here goes:" he said in an overly-sarcastic tone, "Yes, resume game." When nothing happened, he said, "I expected as much. Stupid game- wait, what the hell?" he was startled, as his hands were... being sucked towards the box?! "What's happening?!?!" he screamed, but no one was there to say. Soon, the rest of his body followed suit. As the last remaining parts of his body were sucked in, he uttered one final phrase: "WHHHAAAAATTTTTTT TTTTTTHHHHHEEEEEEEEEE FFFFFFUUUUUUUUU-------"
Hey, look at me, I'm writing a new story even though I still haven't finished my other one. Oh well. Don't worry, John will be fine. Hopefully...
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