elfish_lad wrote:Dear Lord. CC has cheated me out of hours and hours and hours of real life experiences. The b.s. The un-needed drama. The angst about a virtual, make belief game. I can't believe lackattack (the bastard) and his malicious cronies (a 1950's word... look it up if you need to) burst into my house and forced me to join and continue to join... year after year... the plague that is Conquer Club.
Will it never end?
Yes, the Horror!
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It was a dark winter night when there suddenly was a dreadful thumping on the door. With anxiety in my voice I called out meekly "w-who is it?" The answer made me fall off my chair;
-"Lord Voldmort"
Cold sweat breaking out I find my voice and squeak
- "I-I-I don't know where Harry is I promise!!"
Silence met my frantic squeal. Followed by the terrible answer
-"Not THAT Lord Voldmort you buffoon. I've been sent by
the turtle. He is not pleased with you, not pleased at all..."
I start to tremble, and think, they've found me...
-"Masli is on his way, and he's bringing his star"
-"His star?" I wonder in confusion
-"Yes, his 24 caret, solid gold star. He is going to bludgeon you to death with it..."
Lord Voldmorts terrible voice sends shivers down my spine
Frantically I flee to my computer to re-new my premium. When done I shout out
-"It's been done! I'm yours for another year.... not death by star, I beg of you!"
I am met only by silence. I rush to the window to look out, and there the mods have put their equipment to good use, turning the white snow into a yellow, horrifying message...
'
Lackattack is watching you'