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üJadeGamesInternational
-or-
AnAvalonialQuest
-or-
Letmethrowsomethinginyourface
-or-
Iwasonlykidding(can'tyoutakeajoke?)
-or-
Murphywasright
-or-
Rainkeepsfallingonmyspot
-or-
Forgettingaboutthelittlewritingonthewall
ÇbyGardEggesbøAbrahamsen

Snowwasfallingfromtheskies,whiteningtheworldfloorwithgreyish
shadows.Jeamundtookadeepbreathinthecoldair.Minuteproportions
ofadesperatepainstruckhislungs.Heheldhisswordtightinhis
fist,readytoattacktheunpreparedenemy.
   Downinthevalley,hecouldgetaglimpseofablackshadowcrawling
ontheground,anditwasclosinginlikeadarkthreatintheking's
outback.Hecreptupbehindit,liftedhisswordand...
   Whiteandyellowflashesofgreenishgoredisintegratedinfrontof
hiseyes,leavingonlyanimageofblueinfrontofhim.Thewords"Game
Over"flashedinfrontofhimwithnicepurpleletters.
   "Hey,"heyelled.
   "I'llputyouinagainsoon,aswehaveajobforyou,"
   "Ohyea?"
   "Yea!You'llbethemasterofthisgame..."
   "Great!"
   "I'llsendthediskstomorrow.Firstthing."
   "AndI'llbewaiting..."
   Jeamundstaredintothescreen.Hisdayhadfinallycome.Therewas
onlyalittleperiodofafewdayshehadtowaitforaminutenumberof
disks.
   Thescreenwasbluewithpurplelettersonit.
   Therewasabuzzandthescreenwentblack.
   Helookedatthecalendar.Ithadgoneamonth.
   "Hey,what'shappeningupthere?"
   "Ohyea,"thevoicesaidfromnowhere."Ijusthaven'thadthetime,
becausewehadsomeproblemswithaharddisk,butI'llsendthedisks
tomorrow.Ipromise..."
   "Oh,well..."
   Jeamundcontinuedstaringintohisblackscreen.Therewerenopurple
lettersonit.Onlyalittlegreenishdotatthebottomleftcornerthat
keptgrowinguntilitfilledmostofthescreen.
   Asuddengrowlingfrombehindwokehimup.Heswunghisswordaround
andchoppedtheheadoffthelittlemonsterthathadtriedtofrighten
him.
   "Hey,what'shappeningupthere?"heyelled...
   "Oh,yea,right.I'llsendthediskstomorrow.Doyouhaveaprinter?"
   "Yea,Ijustboughtoneforthispurpose."
   "Good.I'llpassthedisksontomorrow,then..."
   Jeamundbentdowntopickupthesmalljewelsthemonsterwas
carrying.Anicelittletreasurethatcertainlywasn'tasmuchworthas
thejobwouldbe...assoonashegotthedisks...
   Helaydownonthegroundtosleep.Asheclosedhiseyes,theimage
blurredabitbeforeitdisappeared,leavingonlyareddotbehindinthe
toprightcorner.
   Thedotwasnotmuch,butitwouldbeimprovedassoonashegotthe
Çdisks,evenifhewouldhavetodoitforfree.Afterall,fixingthings
likethatwashisfavouritehobby.Anicesoundtrackkeptremindinghim
ofhisexistence.
   Christmaswasclosingin.Whatwasgoingon?
   Hetookalittlepieceofpaperandstartedscratchingonitwithsome
ofthebloodthatkeptpouringoutofthebeasthehadkilled."üHEY,YO!Ç
Whatthefuckisgoingonupthere,damit?"
   Hefoldedthenoteandthrewitintotheair,whereitwasimmediately
disintegratedbeforeitwastransportedasmoleculesatanincredible
speedtotheoneupthereandregeneratedastheoriginalnote.
   Greentreesfelldownfromthesky,yellowstarspoppeduponthe
ground.Christmaswasthere,andanoteslippedintohishandoutofthin
air.
   "Er,well...we'rebroke.Wecan'taffordtohaveanymoreprogrammers
onthestaff..."
   "Shithell,man..."
   Jeamundlookedwithalittlesorrowatthegroundbeforeit
disappearedunderhim,leavinghimfallingthroughthethickvacuumof
nothingness.Areddotkeptswingingbackandfroinfrontofhim.
   "üSHITINHELL,MAN,Ç"hescreamed,andthereddotdisappeared.
   "Andwhileyou'reatit,couldyoudomeafavour?Playthattuneon
LifestyleSatelliteJukebox!"
   "I'llsendthediskstomorrow..."
   "Oh,man..."
   Hethenclosedhiseyesandwishedforabetterworld.Didhegotone?
Nah!Don'tforgetMurphy'slaws...

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