Oh ho, I am frustrated. Mo, I'm not frustrated, I'm angry. Not at you, but at my (ex) girlfriend. *folds arms and sits* So, before I take it out on you gals, (I appear to be the only boy on the PL archives) I should get on with the story.

Disclaimer: Nope, no ownie.

Number 4 (I think?): Why you don't play on modded servers

It was a fairly average day in the Mansion o' Fanfiction, Professor Layton wing. Well, average as in Emmy kicking the poo out of Descole, the Herzen family watching a movie , Megan and Clive attempting to teach Flora to cook (with little success, much to the dismay of the occupants.) and Luke playing Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare 3 online.

Luke was currently hopping from server, destroying and then being destroyed. His K2D ratio was slowly climbing for the better though. All he needed were three more Claymore kills for Prestige. However, with snipers only carrying two, which would be a challenge, especially with the Professor having him get off after this game.

He looked through the servers list for a new one. Finally he found it:

'Modded Server! No reload, unlimited grenades and Claymores! Plz play!'

He joined. Soon after, he was in the best Team Deathmatch game of his life. He was just spamming the claymores, already up to six more kills with it, when the game finally ended. He had now fully ranked up all of his objectives, and was Prestige level!

He yawned. Shutting his Y-BOX 350 off, he headed to bed. He'd continue terrorizing servers in the morning.

When he got up and logged on, he had a notification:

"PuzzleSlayer11,

Due to recent hacking on your account, it has been reset. Any further attempts to hack will result in the permanent suspension of your account. Please re-read the TOS before continuing gameplay."

A very disheveled and beheaded Clive walked in the room, his arm slung over an equally tired looking Megan. You think you have bad bedhead in the morning? Well, Megan's looks like it could eat you for breakfast.

"What's up Little Luke?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

"T-that…" He stuttered. He pointed towards the screen.

Clive rubbed his eyes with his free hand. He leaned in a little closer, and laughed.

"Well, good job Luke! Finally got to prestige, and then lost it! Ha ha!"