Flood, this is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me right next to my night terrors. Today, I will tell you the story of how someone held a gun to my head. It was late at night and I was at a friends house. Both of us shared a spate amount of similarities. We both played Xbox, we attended the same school, and at one point, we both liked the same girl. He was an extremely cool person. He isn't the one to be fickle, but he changed so drastically. So there we were, playing Xbox when a commercial comes on about a game. The details of the game are fuzzy, but it resembled a generic first person shooter. Since we both loved video games, we started discussing the game. He then asked me if I liked the game. I told him I didn't really like it. That's when shit hit the fan. Before I knew it, he had a gun in his hand and asked me a spine chilling question. "Wut clas u g0n pleh?" He asked. He sounded mildly autistic which was also uncharacteristic of him. "I don't know, man! I don't know the game that well!" I shouted. "Wut fukin class u gon pleh!!" He said as he cocked his gun. With quick thinking, I thought of the most generic class name possible. "The magic guy!" I exclaimed feeling clever about my answer. He looked at me with a nonplussed stare. "Huntar mast3r Racee" he squealed as the words left his mouth like diarrhea. Mfw.