I then had a sudden flash of insight. With my trusty flashlight in hand, no grue would dare approach me, thanks to their self-destructive cases of extreme photosensitivity. Besides that, the old "let's force a cheap scare by having a cat lunge out of the shadows" ploy was a miserable cliche that no respectable text adventure game would ever stoop to. Only badly-written horror and slasher films still relied on that tired old trick, which could only mean one thing...
I was once again being stalked by that grim faceless terror, Trollie Nerdsputum, the Hackslasher!
The Hackslasher was the bane of computer users everywhere. Instantly recognizable by the cardboard cutout Diablo II mask he always wore, and the bloody pair of cruel and jagged wire cutters he always carried, his crimes were so unspeakable, most technical professionals could hardly talk of anything else. The Hackslasher was known to creep up on unsuspecting hackers, knock them unconscious, and then proceeded to brutally chop up every single cable connection on their PCs! I rushed back to my workstation, determined to protect my beloved Macintosh Galoshes Mark VIII (boxed in vibrant "predigested rutabega" color), but even as I ran, I could hear the clomping footsteps directly behind me, coming ever closer, closer... |
