With a fiendishly aimed carrot and a snarky 'what's up doc?' the hunting rifle back fires, leaving Elmer badly scorched and Bugs, as always, the victor. 'That's all, folks!' Theme music. Roll credits.
A new super virus is spreading through the Gaming community, virulent, totally resistant to antibiotics, steroids, or exorcism and I find myself infected. I'm sweating, bleeding slightly from my nether regions, growing tufts of coarse grey hair from the palms of my hands, and developing violent tourette's syndrome. My worse episode yet happens aboard an international flight Detroit Metro Airport to Dildo, Newfoundland, Canada (yes it's a real place, look it up) and the antsy passengers assume I'm a fat, white, bald terrorist and swarm me. I'm beaten, tazzed, burned with a cigarette, and thrown from the emergency exit over Lake Superior.