Oppressor

Yes I will. Follow up coming in 2 days.

Visualize, arch, visualize!

Now that is better left to the imagination. :wink:

Haha, you got me there! :lol:

I was actually trying to play around with the words a bit. Mein Kampf can be either interpreted as "My Struggle" or "My Life". And the story is in fact a sort of diary entry by a computer mouse. :shock:

Did you assume it was a computer mouse or a rat? :wink:

I tried so hard to distinguish Tim from his character that I used the word Tim at least ten times. Doh! Let me fix it and thanks for your super uper duper positive comment!

The entire post scares me :shock: Never seen a talking mouse before? Oh those are quite common; you are just not following the trend Triplet. Stop falling behind!

Everyday Tim will come to visit me. Stroking my back gently, he and I spend many quality hours together. Most of the time, his attention is usurped by this game called Run Escape but hey, I am not the jealous type! Its such a pleasure to be next to him - watching his eyes glued to the idiot box, following his fanatical hands as he poured his heart and soul into that game. Despite the pandemonium, his actions reflect a certain sense of rhythm and adroitness. Today Tim took me on a wild adventure. The screen showed the usual activities that has began its dominance over my best friend's life style but wait! Something was different.....I noticed the monitor was especially gloomy. Dead trees, bent branches and not a sign of green, oh the scene truly scared me! I watched as Tim's character moved cautiously over that waste land. I can sense a smidgen of fear in him but I can also feel that he was waiting for something, something I can't quite put my finger on. As I was dazed in curiousty, Tim suddenly began to tremble as a dark figure loomed towards him. Watch out Tim! A red splash and another was all that takes to send Tim scurrying through the woods. Dodging tree after tree, the nimble character was almost out of harm's way when an arrow shot across the screen and pierced its and Tim's hearts. I noticed Tim winced but the loading screen soon gained my attention. I was delighted to find Tim was finally back among his friends again. Why was he crying though? Then I noticed! His smurf colored sword that he had worked for so hard was gone! Shoving me aside, Time ran to his room and slammed the door. I wanted to comfort him but I knew he would be ok again tomorrow just as times before. I will patiently wait here for him until he comes to visit me again so we can share our cries and laughters for once more. Oh, life is good as Tim's mouse!