- CrazzySnipe55
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- Fabled Legendary Member
I was walking down the street and this irishman and his friend (who had a really long beard-type-thing) jumped out of this windowless black van with a huge burlap sack.
They threw it over me and I was covered in darkness, cowardice, and a little bit of my own urine. At the same time, I felt a blunt object strike my head, and I fell onto the cold pavement.
I awoke to a blinding light being shown in my eyes, seemingly with the intent of blinding me (permanently). A voice sounded out from the darkness behind the lit area that was my body and a three foot radius around it.
"I am urk," it declared. "And this, is Bungie.net." I remember murmuring something back to this voice, though not specifically what it was (without a doubt, it probably wasn't any discernible language anyway). A laugh. A door closing. A light being put out. A computer being turned on.
I realized then that I was in an office chair. A nice one. Leather. It also occurred to me that I was currently chained to a desk, on which was the aforementioned (recently activated) computer. The computer was on a site called "Bungie.net". I tried and tried to change it to any other website. At first, Google. It did not work. Then, facebook. I could tell someone of what happened and hopefully get found. Again, it didn't work.
So, I came to the resolve that I was forced to "surf" this 'Bungie.net' for the rest of my days. Every now and then a biscuit is throw at me from the darkness. I eat it. I savor it. I crave even more.
That is my story, and I'm sticking to it.
(For real, I came for the stats, and stayed for the forums.)