(Original post by fallen_acorns)
in my head, mackay's alarm goes off each morning.. he wakes up each day, walks to his computer looks at the wall behind it, and its got a big calendar on it. he glances along until he finds today.. it says 23.
He logs on to his computer, and opens up a massive excell spreadsheet. He scrolls down to 23, looks across at the column, and it says 9am, 2pm, 6pm = top6 threads.
Its nearly 9am, so he logs on to TSR, and gets ready to fill his qota for the day, and post on each of the top6 threads.. but he has no motivation for it. He is so fed up of having his life controlled by the overwhelming nature of the spreadsheet, that his heart has gone. Instead of replying to people or joining a conversation, he just about musters enough motivation to post a single line.. vaugly topical to what ever is happening at that thread at the time..
He logs off, and the spreadsheet opens itself and flashes with a message: 'Congratulations Mackay, on completing requirement 2,601. Today you survive. Tomorrows number is 62. Dont forget.
He sits back in his chair.. unshaven and unwashed in months.. he has not left the house, just barely managing to keep on top of the spreadsheets requirements. What would happen if he quite? and did not post? who knows.. maybe its a bluff? but it does not matter any more.. he is here, and this is life now, and the football forum is his prison.
He goes to bed and is haunted by the names of other posters on the forum. He wakes up suddenly, with the name 'jam, jam, jam, jam' echoing in his head.. he sits up in his bed, and thinks to himself: if only I could escape this, if only I did not need to keep posting one liners on every thread in the football forum.
From the other room he hears his computer turn itself on, and in a robotic voice he hears the spreadsheet calmy say
But I love you mackay. And they love you. You know that right? Mackay? This is your life now.. and without this your life would be gone.
He does not sleep again that night.