Topic: The best defense

The Angry Typer

Date: 2007-06-27 14:22 EST
He had walked into the Inn and been greeted by a woman with blue hair behind the counter. He had been stealing all his power for just this moment, his eyes flaring with the power as it radiated down his body, into his arms and fingers as he typed. After she had dared wave at him he had decided to think of the worst possible thing he could have said. When his fingers were finally done on the keys one could feel the power resonating from the words typed on the screen, creating the worst possible wound he could have. "Hello ma'am." The words on the screen read as he turned his laptop screen to face Jewell. It was impossible to not feel the bite of the words through her flesh digging deep down into her very soul! They were sharp words after all. They were only two words but they were strong. He didn't even need to use a exclamation point, bold or italics to get his point across, the words themselves were drastic enough!

"Can I get you something to drink?" The woman would ask next. How dare she"! Doesn't she know that there are poor children in the WestEnd who have nothing to drink"! Furious he clacked his fingers over the keys again. He could feel the power build within him as his rage grew. When he turned his laptop around to face her again it read. "May I have some water please?" Ooooooh! Burn! His fists clenched in triumph at his latest horrific statement There was no way she didn't feel that one! Each line and curve in the Arial font was a treasure trove of insults directed at her and only her! It seemed like the most innocuous of polite statements, but there was hidden meaning in each character of text. After all, they were typed words on an LCD screen!

Looking at him strange Jewell retrieved a glass of water for him and set it in front of him. "There you go." She said cheerfully. This was the last straw. If this next statement didn't kill her dead inside he did not know what would. His fingers flew as fast as they ever had, purposely hammering them into the keys as hard as possible so she could see the emphasis he was putting into each line of text. He turned the screen back to her and she paused to read it.

"Thank you." It read.

Game, set, and match. Armageddon would begin in moments.