[b]You Have No Rights[/b]
I had sat there for maybe an hour or two a day.
The green banner had the lingering little parasites on it, their shadows dancing over the intricate Forerunner art. I had clicked on the blue text, looked at the ramblings, the declarations, the questions, the whinging and moaning, the stories, the rants and, scrolling below them for an infinity, the discussions, threads spanning hours, even days, the symbol besides several contained an evil face, bedevilled by flames. Of course, this was the Internet. And on the Internet, time passed with both speed immeasurable and sloth incomparable.
[Edited on 07.10.2011 5:05 AM PDT]
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[b]Should've gone to xbox.com[/b] It is 1:17AM on the seventh of July. Another minute and my ban will expire. It's been 3 days and all I have done is stared at them as they've talked. I can do nothing else. Sometimes I will laugh, but it is a silent joy. Sometimes I involuntarily shout at them, but only an impotent rage echoes in my ears. I am done. Just one more minute. The clock has now changed. It is 1:18 AM and I am free again. And trapped forever. "Try xbox.com. If that doesn't work, there's always xbox.com." I look up to see the green banner that hangs from the ceiling, the Flood Infection forms dancing in my bleary eyes. I'm one of them again. And I love it. tl;dr you're a bunch of bastards but I love you all