Her fingers thrummed a tattoo on the table. This wasn’t Blogshares, this was warfare. She stared transfixed at his email. A hostile takeover of Rezo.net. How could she lose control like that? She hummed La Marseillaise softly and knew she could not endure these slings and arrows of miscreant misfortune. Galvanising herself into action, she abandoned her status of ornament by the computer and sallied forth to the challenge. This was the most wretched blogging experience ever. The gall of him!
Rezo.net had educated her through Iraq, found her Kitetoa, Grosse fatigue, Daduf.net. It had brought her Terry Jones’ satirical article on Iraq, Robert Fisk and that moving Chilean piece about their September 11th. Rezo.net. The other portal.
Sadly, her fingers clattered purposefully across the keyboard to deliver her pained response. She capitulated, questioned his action and wished him well. There was no room for hostility in her world. It was done.
He replied the next day, this miscreant of misfortune from a distant land, explaining it was a game and he’d used an avatar. She felt foolish. Avatar or no avatar, she couldn’t lose something she had never really had in the first place. She felt silly and blushed at the stereotypical manifestation of her Piscean emotional swamp. She replied with heavy heart but good grace. He was kind.
Gingerly, she logged onto Blogshares. 34,000,000 dollars!? How so? She had been gifted 3800 shares in Rezo.net from none other than her hostile miscreant. He had used Astérix the Gaul to accomplish his action. Astérix! How fittingly appropriate. Her heart swelled with a whole new perspective on the warmth of humanity. Blogshares always has a happy ending.
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