Friday, March 03, 2006
how to make me want to kill you
In case anyone wants to die early, I've just found an effective measure on how this can be accomplished. It involves an obsessive-compulsive person such as myself, and a highly addictive and beautiful computer game, such as NFS Most Wanted.
First, let that obsessive-compulsive person get inhumanely addicted and dedicated to the computer game. As a result of this, combined with a blessed amount of luck, the person should be able to covet almost all the items beloved by the competitors that were beaten. Out of 15 opponents, 8 would have already been conquered.
Second, catch this obsessive-compulsive person in the middle of a heated internal meeting at work. Advise that the installer of the game is needed. Panic ensues. Why would the installer be needed? GASP. Que horror. It cannot be. It just cannot be. Advise that as a consolation, the game is there but it just cannot be opened. Fine. Bullshit maybe, but fine.
Third, establish that the game can be fixed. That it just needs to be reinstalled. And everything will be saved. The obsessive-compulsive person enters a state of mind that tonight, equipped with the installer, everything will be okay.
Fourth and final step towards murder. Let that frame of mind be shattered by the harsh realization that the CD drive is not being read by the computer. None of the two CD drives are working. What the flying f*ck. Advise that in fact, the PC was opened up and the wiring of said drives were tinkered with. Tinkering may have led to forgetting to reconnect said wiring.
End of composure.
What kind of st*pid *ss f*cker forgets to at least friggin' test the drives before leaving the freakin' computer? And how could you accidentally uninstall such a game? When all the other games and files in the computer were f*cking saved when Windows was re-installed? Potanginang packershet. I swear, I will kick him where it counts the minute he steps into the house. Hard, with a 3-inch metal stilleto heel. The f*cker.
dezphaire strapped in @ 10:37 PM
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