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So. It was late on a thursday night. It's one in the morning. I'm chilling with my home boys in World of Warcraft. All is going just swell.

I return to my cave. The room smells of decaying flesh and chips. I sit in front of the internet.

Just then, my computer exploded.

I kid you not. At first, the screen went red. It started a high pitched wail, of "REVEEEEEEEEEEGH!" raising in pitch and heat, until it's LCD was ready to burst. It did! And I flew back.

Dazed, I strugged to my feet. My smoking, shuddering, and flaming monitor and computer lay burnt into my floor, and I was confused. I start to walk over to it. Suddenly, my window is broken. A heavy brick slams agains the hollow wooden floor, spreading see-through shards of shrapnel across my now burnt floor. I am even more shocked.

I hear a tinkle. A loud one. Like a cannister of some sort being dropped. Then I hear a hiss. I look down. A cannister of some unknown substance rolled under the bed! I inched away. Pressing my back against the windows, my eyes widened; the hissing was tear gas, and it was filling the room. Fast. Breaking the tension, a warning shot was fired into my window. I dive down. Tear gas or a head full of lead. I'll take the gas. My door busts down. The door flies off the hinges themselves, hitting the bed frame with a crack, and splintering. An un-understandable shout fills the room. My eyes flow. My hands look to be bleeding, as all I see through the gas induced tears is red. No; not blood. Lasers.

Above me stood 10 men. All of them holding large, bulky automatic rifles with laser pointers mounted to them. One of the hulking cretins slaps me with his weapon. My jaw cracks. It doesn't break, but believe me, there was a noise. They drag me off.

I come to a day later.

Internet police.

Serious business.