The Spoopy Masky Dude

One fateful day, I awoke peacefully in my warm bed. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, taking it slow, until I glanced over at the digital clock lying atop my bedside table. 9:45!? I was supposed to be at work 15 minutes ago! “Whatever.” I shrugged, and went to my computer to play some games and stuff. I opened up the best game in the entire universe, solitaire, only to find that there was a creepy masked dude in the king card. I took the emergency katana resting by my desk and stabbed straight through the computer screen and the wall as well. “Oops.” I said to myself as I went to the kitchen to make some coffee, because I need my coffee at least 71 times a day. I put the mug under the coffee machine and it automatically spit out some coffee, and I didn’t even press a BUTTON. I ran in the other direction, utterly horrified, only to find out that my entire house was ablaze due to an electrical fire because I stabbed the fucking computer with a katana. This was when I truly realized the error of my ways, that I had been overreacting the entire time. By then though I was already on fire and my skin was melting off and gore was happening and things. “Ouch hot.” I exclaimed super loudly in my room as I dieded. I am now a spoopy masked man like the one in the solitaire and I am writing this thing in the underworld burning in eternal fuckery. THE END