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I still remember my first X-Box 360. I remember I would spend countless hours playing the few games I had, my favorite one being The Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion. I was only eight at the time, and i had gotten the game about a month after it came out. I had beaten the game in early 2008, near when I learned that Skyrim was in production. I stopped playing the game after that, when I got addicted to Team Fortress 2 on Steam.
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The moment that the emperor was about to touch me, the moment when he was just one hair away from ripping my heart out, the static stopped, and my computer screen was now occupied with a blue screen of death, meaning that the game had planted a serious virus in my computer. I was relieved and terrified that the blue screen had come when it did, and I let out a long, harsh breath when I realized: “This is over.”
Oh, how wrong I was about that...
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“That message you sent to me on Steam. How could you say those things to your best friend?!”
Seeing as he seemed not to know, I told him what had happened.
“Um, bro, my Steam account was disconnected yesterday. I couldn't have sent any messages, good or bad...”
“Well you did! Because I got a message to my Steam account from you telling me that I would know what it's like
▲“Well you did! Because I got a message to my Steam account from you telling me that I would know what it's like to have my bones crushed!”
“What the fuck?! I never sent those messages!” I yelled in shock.
“Well who sent them then?!”
“I don't know. But I think I'm being stalked by a hacker anyways. My PSN profile was shut down as well.”
“Weird...” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, if you're right about this, and you better be right, then let me
▲“Weird...” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, if you're right about this, and you better be right, then let me help. I know a thing or two about putting up defenses against hackers.”
“Thanks, bro,” I gratefully replied. I was glad that I could finally tell somebody about all of this crazy shit that was
When we got to my house, we went into my bedroom and booted up the laptop. When I had put my password in and opened Windows, Deafening static sounded, and I almost got a heart attack from what I saw. My desktop photo had been replaced by a screen-shot of the undead, mangled Uriel Septim, rushing at the screen in a rage. Under the image was the text, “LEAVE NOW! HE'S MINE AND MINE ALONE!” My friend screamed, jumping up out of his seat extremely fast, and flew up against the wall.
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