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Nervously, I move my mouse over to the check box. To the right of it... it says "Close Thread." My palms are sweaty. To kill a thread... to deny a thread its life. My heart is racing as I click "Post Reply." A blood-curdling scream is heard as the "New Reply" button is grossly dismembered. You shield your eyes in pure terror as the button you once knew is viciously torn asunder by my actions. Minutes of silence pass. When you finally muster up the courage to open your eyes, the remains of New Reply are nowhere to be found - in its place is a plain white button, simply marked "closed."
You sob uncontrollably at the loss of your dearest friend. You cry for hours, wanting nothing more than to be reunited with your precious button, but soon enough the cold hard facts sink in. New Reply is dead. And now you, the poster, are trapped in a world where no one can speak to you. Your only friend is closed now, and it's not going to say anything.
Slowly, you are driven insane by the lack of human contact. For weeks on end you beg and plead closed to say something. Anything. Anything that will prove that once and for all, you really aren't alone in this world.
But you know more than anyone it isn't going to say a word. You're trapped, forever, and trapped alone.
And as the last figments of your sanity slip away from you, a tiny voice is heard in the back of your mind:
"I told you this was a bad idea..."
