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But one day, he grabs a Nerf gun, the predator becomes the prey, and life changes forevermore. It's all fun and games until everything bursts into flames, apparently. | But one day, he grabs a Nerf gun, the predator becomes the prey, and life changes forevermore. It's all fun and games until everything bursts into flames, apparently. | ||
'''<big>Foreword</big>''' | |||
This incredible tale was reposted by Concrete in FOHGuild back in October 2009. The Bibliotheca Anonoma discovered it posted alongside his retelling of American Dream. | This incredible tale was reposted by Concrete in FOHGuild back in October 2009. The Bibliotheca Anonoma discovered it posted alongside his retelling of American Dream. | ||
Concrete may have obtained it from Carlos Umazor's | Concrete may have obtained it from Carlos Umazor's Google Site. | ||
The original source is unknown. It's likely that it came from Something Awful. (If you have further information, please get a Github account, and add to this wiki). | |||
==Escalation== | ==Escalation== | ||
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I’ve been sitting writing this email. I knew the servers would still be up. The servers were protected by the fire doors. The servers are invulnerable. I deleted all 181 pieces of spam that had built up and grabbed this file off the network. And I’ve been writing it; I’ll send it to my whole address book, spammers and all. I can hear Rob getting closer. He’s gasping a little; I think he got hit before he took the last Sales guy down. I can hear thudding footsteps above -- probably what’s left of Marketing approaching. Rob knows I’m here; I’ve been screaming some. I can smell him. I’m going to wrap this up now; the police have a bulldozer and they’re clearing the cars. The fire’s roaring away somewhere, maybe near the boiler room. This building is heated with natural gas. I’m not worried. About the fire, or the cops. It’s just Rob, Tammy and I here. And you. | I’ve been sitting writing this email. I knew the servers would still be up. The servers were protected by the fire doors. The servers are invulnerable. I deleted all 181 pieces of spam that had built up and grabbed this file off the network. And I’ve been writing it; I’ll send it to my whole address book, spammers and all. I can hear Rob getting closer. He’s gasping a little; I think he got hit before he took the last Sales guy down. I can hear thudding footsteps above -- probably what’s left of Marketing approaching. Rob knows I’m here; I’ve been screaming some. I can smell him. I’m going to wrap this up now; the police have a bulldozer and they’re clearing the cars. The fire’s roaring away somewhere, maybe near the boiler room. This building is heated with natural gas. I’m not worried. About the fire, or the cops. It’s just Rob, Tammy and I here. And you. | ||
Sources | |||
[https://sites.google.com/site/cubiclejunglestory/ Google Sites - The Cubicle Jungle] | |||
[[Category: Stories]] | [[Category: Stories]] |