EPIC EPIC EPIC
I need somebody to make these for me and then mail them to me. For free.
Some say Minesweeper is exclusively for anti-social dorks. Well, it’s quite exigent to get a kick out of something that is hard for you to comprehend, and Minesweeper is just too profound for such people *lol*.
Such detractors are secretly jealous of those who are able to tackle Minesweeper sans losing imaginary appendages, clicking away at the speed of a man in a Viagra-induced sex-a-thon with his harem.
Ah if only reality were as forgiving!
If you set your foot near a hidden mine, no digits unveil themselves to warn you of the impending kismet. You can not press F2 for a new game, there are no Help tabs to guide you through and you don’t get a second chance.
You begin to vacillate; in the end you screw up, and the bomb goes off. You lose an arm and a leg but you limp along anyway because you have to. Because life is a game no one can Pause or Undo or Alt-F4. It’s a game everyone is forced to play until the inevitable Game Over presents itself to you.
And it sucks, but it has to be done, just like chores and bills and your horridly overdue essay.
