Three Strikes

I have a computer class. Within this computer class, lies Nine hells of Boredom.

I spent the better part of the school year learning how to use Microsoft programs. I passed.

I have to spend the final stretch of the year learning how to use them again.

Learning the 15 different ways to use each function of the program.

The first embers began to glow.

A little over a month ago, my Xbox 360 caught the Red Ring of Death.

The embers burst into flame.

Fortunately, they fixed it, and gave me a free month of Xbox Live, so I was happy.

The flame died down.

Now... Now...

The weekend before last, I managed to set up an Xbox Live account.

Using this, I played Halo 3 on Live. It was a joyous time.

Due to circumstances and the placement of the 360, I had not been able to play again until today.

I had left the Halo 3 disc in once I last finished playing.

The 360 has been off since then.

It has been unplugged since then.

I came to play Halo 3 on Live, to slaughter countless hordes of enemies or die trying.

It would not read the disc.

Puzzled, I ejected the disc, and turned if over to find the source of the problem.

There is a GameCube disc sized circle inscribed into my Halo 3 disc. A perfect circle.

My reason, my one and only reason, my thrice damned reason for ever wanting an Xbox 360, had been rendered useless.

My vision went red. My eyes crossed. The fire within burt into a raging inferno.

I will buy a Mac.

Once I have this Mac, I will use Mac programs.

My internet browser will become Mozilla Firefox.

Once this transformation is complete, I will set every fiber of my being into annihilating everything that was, is, and will be, Microsoft.

There will be no hiding from my wrath.

There will be no reprieve from the storm.

There will be no mercy.