Yeah, ok, it's a MINESWEEPER FIC, GET OVER IT! You'd be surprised with what your mind can't churn out while your sitting in english class "writing an essay". Well, review and I may spit out another.
-Kryptic V1RU5
The setting/plot/thingy is a geek at his computer that is talking to himself as he/she plays Minesweeper…I guess they could be thinking and talking…or just talking…but anyways, if talking at al, its to themselves in a insane, khaotic way.
'HmmHmmm, 9x9 the now shows, where they are hidden only it truly knows!'
*click*
'By columns and rows they reveal themselves; you'd think it the work of happy smiling yellow elves!'
*click*
'2-4-6, my god, that's 12! as into the minefield only I should delve!'
*click*
"Clicky Clicky, say ol' Mr. Mouse; a cry head a many before in this house!'
*click*
'2-4-2, my calculator says 8! That singles some out that I'm sure to hate!'
*click*
'Round after round, the spaces spell win! Muhahahahaha, look at my mighty grin!'
*click*
'Well, that square has no fancy for me! Look at it's gift, it only gave me three!'
*click*
'Now most singled out, I take a deep breath, and hope the next *click* does not leas to death!'
*click*
'Exhale I must, for my luck had turned bitter; yet my persistence shall show that I'm not a quitter!'
*sssssssseeeeeeeeoooooowwwwwwwwwbbbbboooooooiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg!!!*
'What this I see that interrupts my game yet? Oh but a Fanfic review, that was quickly sent!'
'*click* My Yahoo *click* My Mail *click* Inbox I should expect. What other heading could it be, but bot@fanfiction.net!'
*click*
'Mhhhhmmm, Mhhhmmm, ooo, this one is quite rash; guess this one can g, straight to the trash!'
*click*
'Ah my game, its time, has inevitably grown long, and my score shall suffer from waiting this long.'
With my last click, you shall see, that there is no one out there that could possibly beat me!
*click*
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~!~The End, if you even made it here…~!~