It was a dark night in the house of Smith. A lonely wife in pursuit of much craved satisfaction sits down quietly in the swivelling computer chair. As the computer boots up she turns around to see the solitary lit bulb's shade was covered with strategically placed cloths. On the wall the face of an eerie smiley faced circle. Susan flinched in momentary horror, then her expression quickly turned to that of uneasy acceptance. She shrugged off her momentary fear lapse with a half-hearted chuckle, the kind usually seen in horror flicks emmediatly before the villain strikes.
Her computer was already booted as Susan filtered through the start menu searching for her solemn happinness.... minesweeper. As she began clicking and right clicking tactically, she drifted into her own little world. A world in which the smiley face was her hero, and she was the heroin. A world in which the face would thank her immensly for her heroism. Bombs were her adversary, the only reason she kept playing. She had to defeat them or her love, the smiley face, would be forever lost. She clenched the mouse tightly as her palm began to sweat. Down to 3 final squares. It was a game of chance now. She had no idea what the last ones where. Her hand shaking like a teen at a rave, she mustered the courage to click. She had lost. As she turned her head down she smacked her hands to it. Her eyes emmediatly glazed with the tears of a lost love.
As she glanced up at what she knew to be there, she noticed a small spot of blood on the smiley's forehead. Her sickness turned to terror in a matter of split seconds. The light flickered and caught Susans attention. Swivelling around, she noticed the lighted smiley on the wall.... X's for eyes. A quick gasp and she turned the computer off. Her heart racing she vaulted out of the room as the one light she had on burst in a quick flash. It created a small blotch of what looked like blood on the smiley enigma's forehead. Susan could hardly breathe. She was gasping for breathe after breathe of thick, moist air. Her veins pumped hydrochloric acid. As she ran upstairs she stubbed her toe on one of the steps. A mild discomfert flooded her body. Thus the curse of the Minesweeper.
The very next day a cat in Texas woke up DEAD! Coincidence? Judge for yourself.
Her computer was already booted as Susan filtered through the start menu searching for her solemn happinness.... minesweeper. As she began clicking and right clicking tactically, she drifted into her own little world. A world in which the smiley face was her hero, and she was the heroin. A world in which the face would thank her immensly for her heroism. Bombs were her adversary, the only reason she kept playing. She had to defeat them or her love, the smiley face, would be forever lost. She clenched the mouse tightly as her palm began to sweat. Down to 3 final squares. It was a game of chance now. She had no idea what the last ones where. Her hand shaking like a teen at a rave, she mustered the courage to click. She had lost. As she turned her head down she smacked her hands to it. Her eyes emmediatly glazed with the tears of a lost love.
As she glanced up at what she knew to be there, she noticed a small spot of blood on the smiley's forehead. Her sickness turned to terror in a matter of split seconds. The light flickered and caught Susans attention. Swivelling around, she noticed the lighted smiley on the wall.... X's for eyes. A quick gasp and she turned the computer off. Her heart racing she vaulted out of the room as the one light she had on burst in a quick flash. It created a small blotch of what looked like blood on the smiley enigma's forehead. Susan could hardly breathe. She was gasping for breathe after breathe of thick, moist air. Her veins pumped hydrochloric acid. As she ran upstairs she stubbed her toe on one of the steps. A mild discomfert flooded her body. Thus the curse of the Minesweeper.
The very next day a cat in Texas woke up DEAD! Coincidence? Judge for yourself.