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But somehow, after 3 hours of waiting in line, Syrae gets his CPU, and has one of those moments... Where is the cooling fan? OSM (Short for: Oh, s**t moment) and realizes the implications.

PS. After this minor set back, Syrae's Computer was built in two days, it would've been built in two hours if not for that minor setback.

Now he runs a comfortable set up after getting a comfy chair for his computer cave. Yes, it's a cave.

in the next episode of "Building a computer" Syrae gets an intake fan and video card!

Syraenom Closes all windows to newegg.com, once he realizes the futility of trying to plan tactics for one of the most consumer friendly holidays. Black Friday. There are do Contingency Plans, there is only the mad rush to get a good deal...

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT TO TURN ON THE TV AND HEAR ANY U.S. PRESIDENT, DEMOCRAT
OR REPUBLICAN GIVE THE FOLLOWING SPEECH?

My Fellow Americans: As you all know, the defeat of the Iraq regime has
been completed. Since congress does not want to spend any more money on this
war, our mission in Iraq is complete. This morning I gave the order for a
complete removal of all American forces from Iraq. This action will be
complete within 30 days. It is now time to begin the reckoning.

Before me, I have two lists. One list contains the names of countries which
have stood by our side during the Iraq conflict. This list is short. The
United Kingdom, Spain, Bulgaria, Australia, and Poland are some of the
countries listed there.

The other list contains everyone not on the first list. Most of the world's
nations are on that second list. My press secretary will be distributing
copies of both lists later this evening.

Let me start by saying that effective immediately, foreign aid to those
nations on List 2 ceases immediately and indefinitely. The money saved
during the first year alone will pretty much pay for the costs of the Iraqi
war.

The American people are no longer going to pour money into third world
Hellholes and watch those government leaders grow fat on corruption.

Need help with a famine? Wrestling with an epidemic? Call France .

In the future, together with Congress, I will work to redirect this money
toward solving the vexing social problems we still have at home. On that
note, a word to terrorist organizations. Screw with us and we will hunt you
down and eliminate you and all your friends from the face of the earth.

Thirsting for a gutsy country to terrorize? Try France, or maybe China .

I am ordering the immediate severing of diplomatic relations with France,
Germany, and Russia. Thanks for all your help, comrades. We are retiring
from NATO as well. Bon chance, mes amis.

I have instructed the Mayor of New York City to begin towing the many UN
diplomatic vehicles located in Manhattan with more than two unpaid parking
tickets to sites where those vehicles will be stripped, shredded and
crushed. I don't care about whatever treaty pertains to this. You creeps
have tens of thousands of unpaid tickets. Pay those tickets tomorrow or
watch your precious Benzes, Beamers and limos be turned over to some of the
finest chop shops in the world. I love New York

A special note to our neighbors. Canada is on List 2. Since we are likely
to be seeing a lot more of each other, you folks might want to try not
pissing us off for a change.

Mexico is also on List 2 President Fox and his entire corrupt government
really need an attitude adjustment. I will have a couple extra tank and
infantry divisions sitting around. Guess where I am going to put 'em? Yep,
border security.

Oh, by the way, the United States is abrogating the NAFTA treaty - starting
now.

We are tired of the one-way highway. Immediately, we'll be drilling for oil
in Alaska - which will take care of this country's oil needs for decades to
come. If you're an environmentalist who opposes this decision, I refer you
to List 2 above: pick a country and move there. They care.

It is time for America to focus on its own welfare and its own citizens.
Some will accuse us of isolationism. I answer them by saying, "darn tootin."

Nearly a century of trying to help folks live a decent life around the
world has only earned us the undying enmity of just about everyone on the
planet. It is time to eliminate hunger in America It is time to eliminate
homelessness in America .

To the nations on List 1, a final thought. Thank you guys. We owe you and we
won't forget.

To the nations on List 2, a final thought: You might want to learn to speak
Arabic.

God bless America . Thank you and good night.

(If you can read this, thank a teacher. If you are reading it in English,
thank a soldier.
Let's get this to every USA computer!)

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I 'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE";

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY HOME."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

This poem was written by an unnamed Soldier. The
following is his request. I think it is reasonable...

PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending
this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon
and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to pass on this small seed of remembrance.

Chapter 2: Grief

And so my once loyal friend left me there, the administration didn’t give a rip, after all, I was still breathing. A thought passed through my mind. Even in my pain induced euphoria, I came up with something, why bother with my life here at school? Why even return, after the “warm” reception I received today, it was obvious that I was no longer wanted. So I left in the middle of 4th period clutching my head, and holding a blood sodden rag to it, I left in the direction of my house, and since both my parents were working, neither knew of my plans. None but myself knew what was coming next.
“Hey you, vampire...”
“unnnggghhh...”
“Look at me! If I let you free promise to bite me!”
-nods once-
“right here,”
-points at neck-
So I let the Vampire loose, and 48 hours or so later, I was with the undead, and leaving my past life in the dust. Being on the West Coast had it’s advantages, after all most of the time it’s overcast with fog or smog. I went north where fewer people knew me, and made my home. I got the paper delivered. Somewhere between Portland, and Seattle I had decided not to completely cut myself off from humanity, although for them it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea. I took an abandon farm into my care, and restored the house, for show. I really lived in my comfy underground apartment in the field. Truly things were looking up for me. I had almost anything I could ever want, I worked from home, therefore never needing to interview my employer. For some time I led a quiet life, that some time being about a week. Then people in my home town noticed I wasn’t there anymore, a hasty and careless search was organized. I wondered how many other teens had chosen the life of a vampire? One day while flipping through channels I saw my former Girlfriend and Best friend on the news.

My life was as any others, I had school , I had hobbies, Dreams, Fantasies, my honor. I felt pride for my community and obligaiton to protect those who shared it with me. I was Happy. As if things couldn't get any better I fell hopelessly in love with someone. My crush's before had no comparison to this. And with time She loved me too. My name is Sain and I went to Merylberry High in the city of Bereford in Oregon. My love was Fera. We were happy. But one day while chasing down a vagrant haunting our fair streets I found that he was a Vampire. And a weak one too. I tied him up tightly, the beating I had given him did nothing to lessen the immortal features of his face. I didn't even bother asking for it's name, for their prey is us. Prey needs no name it only needs reason. I was waiting for the right moment to spring the surprise. I had actually caught a Vampire! But right before I was goign to tell my Girlfriend, she slapped me so hard my head spun. before I could even wonder at the motives she answered them for me...
"You Jerk! I thought we had something but now I find out that all you want is women. You filthy Playboy! I thought you cared!"
Then while I was still reeling from the last blow something hard collided with the back of my skull. I felt something wet and a dull ache spread from where I was hit. Next thing I knew blackness consumed me.
I woke up in the empty cafeteria with my best friend crouching next to me, and instead of asking "are you okay?" I got "Is what she said really true Sain?". Feeling like you've been hit repeatedly over the head by several freight trains does little to asuage one's temper so I replied how I felt.
"God! Think for your self!", I shouted and then winced, putting a hand to the back of my head, "for crying out loud, I'm bleeding and you have the NERVE to ask me that?!"
"well it does sound like you"
"WHAT?!"
"It does, after all you treat every girl like she was special or something..."
Somehow, I lost all patience for not being understood and being in a pool of your own blood doesn't help you string together sentences. After all I had only done what a Gentleman should getting text books for them, lending pencils, helping them pick stuff up, holding doors... anything that someone with a sense of honor would do.

You and your unfortunate underlings rush to the designated 'Armoury' and
are armed with miscellaneous weapons: Knives, Swords, Carabines, & Pistols.
Then a resounding explosion shook the entire hill, your group heads out and
finds
a crater where the western defenses, "used to" be. Now there is only a thin
smattering of defenders, Ill prepared for the very near onslaught. you watch
in horror, as those trying to hold their ground are torn to shreds by the
bloodthirsty orcs. As the last lines were overshadowed by hordes of demons
and covenant, you and your comrades realize, if they are not stopped, the
enemy will spread as a cancer that even the gloirious liutenant couldn't
stem... Rushing forth to do combat seems hopeless, but you find that the
combat has seemingly rush forward and done you the favor of starting the
battle. You haphazardly swing your 'wakizashi' around in a full arc. The
rest of the company has the same issues, they are slow and clumsey with
their new weapons. Though the clumsiness apparently has some advantage...
for their wild swings cut swathes through some of the lesser demons, and
grunts. Now the enemy had been reppeled the Liutenant appears through the
crowds of weary allied soldiers. "It seems I have underestimated you and
your companions. The remaining Angels have agreed, we need to cripple the
enemy." (you nod in agreement) "If you will be our escort we'd be most
Honoured, you see the path to the gate's of Hades are wrought with danger
and ambushers..." See Chapter 5: Crimson Gates

"Hey! Who's in charge here?" you howl over the revelry of their new won
victory, though all know is short lived, all celebrate heartily... one steps
alone through the joy, the blessed huntress you saw before, after your
flight. She says, "I am the current leader of the Fight for peace and
...well what's left of God's Cavalry..." She gestures weakly around her...
"How did this happen?" you probe quizzically. "It happened nearly a millenia
ago, first it was small, then it grew..." She gazes skyward almost longing
it seems. "what is 'it'" you inquire, "and how can we help?". She sighs and
turns away, muttering something about knowing you wouldn't understand...
You begin to follow, hoping for more answers. Instead she whirls, "DON'T
YOU GET IT? WE'RE ALL THAT'S LEFT! I didn't want any more universes involved
! Even if you had any skills for fighting the difference made would be so
minuscule that your lives would be forfeit!". You still yearn to know more,
so you ask,"Why, we're stuck here anyway-". She looks at you in disgust...
"You mortals are all the same, you are all blinded by your 'honor'! F.Y.I.
I was there when it began... the clash of hell and heaven, it broke this
world, I am only a Liutenant! All the higher ranking Angels perished while
pushing back the demons long enough for reinforcements to be called from
other universes. But fate, being the cruel misstress she is, decided to
draw more foes in as well as our allies. God has not been seen since the
fusing of the multiverse...", she sighs exasperated, "I, am Eisa, currently
, I guess you can join us, but hurry to the armoury for I fear the hordes
cannot be thwarted for long..." Learn more in Chapter 4: Dawn of the pale
Sun.

We left off at hell's heaven, You lead your ragtag colonists to that
shining beacon, your first and last hope for survival... You race to hope
with the hordes of chaos and evil trailing in your wake. As the
entrenchments near, the defenders come into focus, Weary marines, Jedi, &
various other represented medieval and futuristic forces lined the defenses
, they've been here for some time you realize... the endless clash between
apocalyptic proportions, and you stuck in the middle.
the emplacements blaze into action after the last of your 50 odd people
make their way to saftey. You had not realized the nearness of danger
, your eyes trail the lines. Less than a meter from the first line,
lay a regiment or so of your pursuers. still gunfire racks the air with
inhuman precision, above the fourth of july was reborn. Any where from,
groups of a dozen to a hundred of more single person/creature fighters
darkened the skies, explosions blossomed like that of spring time.
Some how the "allied" fleet had managed to break away from the infinite
stalemate long enough to add their numbers to the onslaught. Through the
misery and hopelessness came a figure, She lead a miniscule force of jedi,
Elites, and swordsmen, into the teeming throngs, and beat through the
oppressive enemies to rescue hard pressed defenders. Who is this angel
descended from the blessed, this being of unheard of ability? find out
in Chapter 3: Broken wings...