To whom it may concern,
I recently found myself wandering your planet in search of positivity something that this planet is in dire need. I stumbled across a computer in a basement of an abandoned psych ward. I believe you call this a mental health care facility. I don’t know if it is really abandoned; it could be the computer that I found inside was free. Upon setting it up, I noticed there were several files labeled ‘open and see’. One was Asteroids, as a Being from an outer worldly location, I figured this was a good time to open it and see.
What did I find? Gasp! A small triangle is spinning and floating in a two-dimensional world. These strange misshapen blobs twirl. Hitting the elongated button on the dial pad taught me the small triangle would shoot smaller squares. I incidentally hit a blob, and it broke to smaller versions of itself. My fingers fluttered like a starfish copulating and increasing in speed as I used the arrows to avoid collisions. I crash, the sound resonates in the empty halls of the building. The effect is like a door slamming behind me. A chill runs down my spine as the energy put into this game has increased to the point of concern. If I fail, do I die in this location? Was this a trap? Is this a test? While distracted, the triangle was hit again, that chilling sound echoes again.
The warm air from the CPU breaths across my legs as energy is rapidly converted to accomplish my will in the tasking effort to not hear that sound again. Several moments later I hear it again amid a havoc-filled event of blobs and squares pixelated in a ballet of a near miss. Again I am brazen as the old familiar chill creeps up my spine. Game over!
Asteroids, you win this time.