5579 (27.7%)

20,00 people, nothing to say

20 people... each with 1000 logins.

You've been waiting by the computer, eyes well trained on the counter, eh, Teina?
Tick, tick, tick.
19,997; 19,998; 19,999.

You feverishly type like a maniac, like you have never typed before. The sweat descends, trickling down your neck, arms, to your fingertips. The loss of friction between your finger and the shift key breaks the rhythm and you gasp. A quick recovery and a flick of the wrist to poise the mouse pointer over 'Add comment' sets you up for the home run.

Time slows down.

Painfully slow. Every sound around you echoes. Life for this short moment, the longest shortest moment you can remember, makes an obvious sense. Not a, "Huh, yeah" revelation. The moments align into a pattern, a series that makes way for a map that leads to euphoria.

The electronic signal from your mouse to the computer to the phone line to the server and back, rushes, charged with a mission. It's rooting for you. It wants you to win.

Go, Teina, go. Go, Teina, go!

The crowd around you is chanting ... and they stop.

You quickly, yet nervously check (any second now butterflies will erupt from your stomach in a kaleidescope cloud of relief and anguish) the ranking of your post.

The deep breath, echoed by the surrounding crowd, which incidentally only exist in your head and their only reason for being there is because TV told you they should be there, is taken.

HOORAY!

The imaginary crowd has now transcended from make believe into the minds and souls of the internet people as they read the pillow talk post of " well yes I did. hooray for me.".

God, I need to find something else to do. This story is completely a farce so no-one take offense or think I'm a stalker or anything. Web-cam? What is that?

erm actually it was a stroke of luck that I noticed the number when I clicked on post 199998. but nice story tho