About an hour into your 25 man Naxx raid the acrid odor of melting circuity fills your nose. Before you can even react the blue screen of death flashes for a moment and then the monitor goes blank. This probably means no more loot for you tonight.
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About an hour into your 25 man Naxx raid the acrid odor of melting circuity fills your nose. Before you can even react the blue screen of death flashes for a moment and then the monitor goes blank. This probably means no more loot for you tonight.
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Grandma's basement erupts in a long string of profanity strong enough to set the bricks aflame. Vince coughs against the smoke as he pulls the cover off his tower and assess the damage. He has to wipe his thick glasses clean several times to keep them clear enough to see through.How Broke is Broke?
He coughs some more though grumbled curses. He should've bought a mac.
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After a few minutes of looking it over you call time of death 23:05.
It seems loose wiring between the power supply and mother board arced and fried the motherboard. It's does not mater if your Nvidia card was shorted out or not as it is now fused with your motherboard.
Summation: close to total loss. Hard drives look fine but need to be tested to be for certain.
Your phone vibrates with a text message from a guildie:
You coming back?
Darkbow
From above you can hear Grandma shuffling toward the basement door.
"Vinny...Vinny are you alright Vinny?"
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Vince takes up the phone and texts back 'Comp is fried chicken. Need new board and vid card. Ill be in touch.' why yelling up to Gran-gran. "I'm fine the computer went out, I'm fine go back to sleep." He thinks for a moment and adds. "I love you Gran-gran. Get some sleep."
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Gran-Gran makes her way back to bed after letting Mr. Bogsworthy out to do his business.
Vince spends the next hour or so pulling apart his computer, salvaging what he can. Tired, pissed off, and sweat rolling on to his glasses he calls it a night.
Although tired sleep takes it's time overcoming you.
You awaking to Mr. Bogsworthy incessant yapping. Vaguely you recall parts of some of your dreams.
You are driving a chariot, through some out dated strip mall, You are trying to complete a quest for faction rep. Not much else is still clear in your head. Nor are you certain of the flow of those events.
Sitting up in bed one thing is for sure your computer is dead and so is 97% of your social life till you replace it.
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Vince rolls out of bed, sees the smoldering carcus of his social life, and gives a heavy sigh. Yapping, oh! Mr. Bogsworthy needs back inside.
Vince gathers the fused board, his smokey glasses, and his wallet and shuffles up the stairs to the kitchen. He still wears the shirt and pants he wore the day before. Bogsworth scratches at the door and gives an indignet yap. Where was Grandma?
Leaving the melted silicon on the kitchen table, Vince opens the slidding glass door for Bogsworth, closing it behind the stupid pooch.
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Mr. Bogsworthy only acknowlegement you exsist is his passing through the door you opened for him. The aloof Yorkie prances past you and toward the den.
Feel fresher than normal (that was the earliest you had gone to bed in ages), you realize you are up be for 10am. If you can get a computer set up this morning, install WoW, update it, and what not you should be good for tonight's raid.
The morning light reveals Mr. Bogsworthy's source of angst. There is a rather thin man pasting a poster to telephone pole right out side your yard. You are certain historians will be able to determine the age of the pole by the number of rings of posters, flyers, and campus propganda posted. It is concievable that the light pole is comprised soly of advertisments.
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"I'm heading^out for a while Gran-gran. Be back soon" Vince calls toward Grandma's bedroom. He gathers the mother borad and grandma's car keys on his way out, blockinh Mr' Bogsworthy with his foot¦to keep him imprisoned withen the old house.
What is this hereÁ sunlight? Its been awhile since Vince has ventured beyond the ¤asement. He begrudges the sun and it's heat rays of death.
He ecides to check the mail before he leaves, the box isempty. But he now is able to read the poster left by the stranger. After studying it he glances about wandering if the stranger is still around.
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The lanky college student aged man smiles and nods as he finishes posting a Zebra Club ad for happy hour. Although you have never been there it's one of the most popular bars in all of Sacramento for Sac State students.
The thin man is sweating too much for his level of activity, and from his slow movement it would be a fair guess that he is hung over.
(in next post make an observation check)
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"Zebra Club?" Vince recalls hearing about it. He might even have been invited once. It was hard to remember. He looked back; readjusting his glasse, watching Mr. Party shuffle down the street. Did Vince know him? Maybe English Comp?
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