Rrrr..Rrrr..Rrr, rang Greg’s iPod, as the alarm function activated, waking him up from his slumber. He began sighing, making no effort to move, except to press the top button on his device, setting it to snooze. He did this at least three times a morning, before getting up to start his day. It was a Wednesday, which was the middle of his work week. Usually it was then that he began hating the week until the weekend began.
While screaming out curse words in his head, getting out of bed, he prepared himself for work. It was the usual shower, prepare a quick breakfast, and getting the hell out of there before, he decided to stay a little longer and risk being late. The last part usually happened a lot. Before leaving he would check his Facebook. He never understood why he continued checked it. He never used it. To him, it just didn’t seem right to not check it. It just became a routine.
When he opened the social website, he browsed through the new feeds, to see if anything new happened. It was the usual people complaining about their lives, funny videos people would post, and messages/quotes users would come up with, just to sound smart but never lived by them. While Greg continued looking through the site, a message popped up on his messenger. The name of the one who sent him the message was literally “unknown”. “What the!?” he said, reacting to the sudden message from the unknown individual. It read “Please help!” which confused Greg for a moment. “What the hell is this? Did I just get hacked?” he wondered, thinking that he might have a virus infection on his computer.
He attempted to close his internet window, using his mouse, but couldn’t, because his computer froze, which worried him more. For this to happen to his computer, which he took good care of, worried him, and frustrated him at the same time. He decided to emergency shut down his computer, which required him to hold his power button for 5 seconds. As he pressed, and held his power button for over 5 seconds, the computer didn’t shut down. “Maybe I have to continue holding it down longer” he said, while continuing to hold down on the power button longer.
He looked at the screen, feeling very worried for his computer. He noticed that the unknown messenger, sent him another message. “Please help me!” said the message. The message was repeated three times and then the fourth then the fifth. Message kept repeating itself over and over. It was beginning to freak Greg out a lot. “Oh my god, sure, just shut down already!!!” he screamed in his head. The instant he finished the thought, the computer shut off. He was relieved to see it happen. After that, he took a quick glanced at the clock, noticing that he was running late. “Fuck!” he yelled, grabbing his keys, rushing out the door.
The instant he left, his computer booted back up, and displayed a message. It read “Thank You” then shut off.
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James woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, ringing the sounds of an anime opening theme song of one of his favorite anime, Naruto. “God I love that theme,” he said rolling out of bed, catching himself before making a complete fall. He wore, Naruto pajamas with Sasuke art on one leg and Naruto art on the other, both performing poses. He didn’t wear a shirt, but wore a hidden leaf headband around his neck. The sun was bright today. The light shining through his window into his room, revealing anime posters, covering every inch of his walls.
James was a huge anime fan. He had goals of becoming an animator one day, but was never motivated in making the move to pursue it. He wasn’t a people person, which was one of his reasons for not aiming for his goal. He was very antisocial, so it was hard for him to find a job, because he was afraid to interact with the outside world. However, he did enjoy talking to people on the internet about anime. He even created his own website just for anime discussions. He would log in everyday, excited to speak about the episodes, he watched the other day, or argue about topics involving battles, romances, and things the author could’ve changed to make the anime better.
“James, come out of your room, and take out the trash!” yelled his mother. It was 1pm, and James was showing no signs of leaving his room anytime soon. “Leave me alone mom! I’m busy! I’ll do it later!” snapped James, feeling irritated about his mother yelling at him. Sometimes he hate reality, he hated his always angry mother, and he hated his own life, for being what it was. Sometimes he just wanted to get away. Run away from reality. Anime was his life. It was the only thing that kept him going throughout the days. If it wasn’t for anime, who knows what would become of him.
“Oh I have a message,” he said, noticing that he had a pop up on his website. He used his mouse to click on the message to read it. The message read “Please help me!”. Someone was asking him for help with something. Could it be about an anime that he/she didn’t understand? He was curious, so he replied, speaking the words, as he typed them. “Sure, I’ll help you if there’s anything I can do to be of service. What would you like me to help you with?” he finished, sending the message to the unknown member. He received a reply almost instantly afterwards. The message read “Thank you”. “Thank me for what?” he wondered, not bothering to send a message back to the unknown individual, who didn’t bother to tell him, his/her’s issue. “Must be a troll or something,” he thought, not liking the get involved with them. They were nothing but trouble.
While screaming out curse words in his head, getting out of bed, he prepared himself for work. It was the usual shower, prepare a quick breakfast, and getting the hell out of there before, he decided to stay a little longer and risk being late. The last part usually happened a lot. Before leaving he would check his Facebook. He never understood why he continued checked it. He never used it. To him, it just didn’t seem right to not check it. It just became a routine.
When he opened the social website, he browsed through the new feeds, to see if anything new happened. It was the usual people complaining about their lives, funny videos people would post, and messages/quotes users would come up with, just to sound smart but never lived by them. While Greg continued looking through the site, a message popped up on his messenger. The name of the one who sent him the message was literally “unknown”. “What the!?” he said, reacting to the sudden message from the unknown individual. It read “Please help!” which confused Greg for a moment. “What the hell is this? Did I just get hacked?” he wondered, thinking that he might have a virus infection on his computer.
He attempted to close his internet window, using his mouse, but couldn’t, because his computer froze, which worried him more. For this to happen to his computer, which he took good care of, worried him, and frustrated him at the same time. He decided to emergency shut down his computer, which required him to hold his power button for 5 seconds. As he pressed, and held his power button for over 5 seconds, the computer didn’t shut down. “Maybe I have to continue holding it down longer” he said, while continuing to hold down on the power button longer.
He looked at the screen, feeling very worried for his computer. He noticed that the unknown messenger, sent him another message. “Please help me!” said the message. The message was repeated three times and then the fourth then the fifth. Message kept repeating itself over and over. It was beginning to freak Greg out a lot. “Oh my god, sure, just shut down already!!!” he screamed in his head. The instant he finished the thought, the computer shut off. He was relieved to see it happen. After that, he took a quick glanced at the clock, noticing that he was running late. “Fuck!” he yelled, grabbing his keys, rushing out the door.
The instant he left, his computer booted back up, and displayed a message. It read “Thank You” then shut off.
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James woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, ringing the sounds of an anime opening theme song of one of his favorite anime, Naruto. “God I love that theme,” he said rolling out of bed, catching himself before making a complete fall. He wore, Naruto pajamas with Sasuke art on one leg and Naruto art on the other, both performing poses. He didn’t wear a shirt, but wore a hidden leaf headband around his neck. The sun was bright today. The light shining through his window into his room, revealing anime posters, covering every inch of his walls.
James was a huge anime fan. He had goals of becoming an animator one day, but was never motivated in making the move to pursue it. He wasn’t a people person, which was one of his reasons for not aiming for his goal. He was very antisocial, so it was hard for him to find a job, because he was afraid to interact with the outside world. However, he did enjoy talking to people on the internet about anime. He even created his own website just for anime discussions. He would log in everyday, excited to speak about the episodes, he watched the other day, or argue about topics involving battles, romances, and things the author could’ve changed to make the anime better.
“James, come out of your room, and take out the trash!” yelled his mother. It was 1pm, and James was showing no signs of leaving his room anytime soon. “Leave me alone mom! I’m busy! I’ll do it later!” snapped James, feeling irritated about his mother yelling at him. Sometimes he hate reality, he hated his always angry mother, and he hated his own life, for being what it was. Sometimes he just wanted to get away. Run away from reality. Anime was his life. It was the only thing that kept him going throughout the days. If it wasn’t for anime, who knows what would become of him.
“Oh I have a message,” he said, noticing that he had a pop up on his website. He used his mouse to click on the message to read it. The message read “Please help me!”. Someone was asking him for help with something. Could it be about an anime that he/she didn’t understand? He was curious, so he replied, speaking the words, as he typed them. “Sure, I’ll help you if there’s anything I can do to be of service. What would you like me to help you with?” he finished, sending the message to the unknown member. He received a reply almost instantly afterwards. The message read “Thank you”. “Thank me for what?” he wondered, not bothering to send a message back to the unknown individual, who didn’t bother to tell him, his/her’s issue. “Must be a troll or something,” he thought, not liking the get involved with them. They were nothing but trouble.