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One morning later, HappyFarmer92, known as Michael to his normie friends and family, was getting into his car when a hand grasped the door frame. He turned to face this annoying person who was either a neighbour or a beggar or salesperson, either he was about to tell them to fuck off when he looked up to see a thin yet sturdy looking man with a buzz cut, in casual gear which could only conjure up the image of as ex-military who had been drinking all night to drown his PTSD.\u00a0 He adjusted his face and tactical response: \u201cEr, hell-low, can I help you?\u201d\u00a0 It was always the polite question to ask when you were being threatened.\u00a0 \u201cYou are HappyFarmer92, yes?\u201d\u00a0 asked the man in a gruff Eastern European accent.\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u00a0 he blinked. \u201cYou play FarmerKing, yes?\u00a0 I find you.\u201d Michael\u2019s eyes grew wide. \u201cYou\u2019ve got the wrong person!\u201d he said, \u201cMy name is Gordon half-dead02.\u201d\u00a0 The man’s right hand dropped from the windscreen to his side. \u201cOh really?\u201d\u00a0he said, as he seemed to slide something long and heavy out of his pocket. \u201cYes,\u201d replied Michael as his eyes fixed on the bare quiet street in front. \u201cI mean, look,\u201d Michael reached down and quickly swipe-opened his phone, and then changed his mind, as he realised he was able to drive away, exclaiming \u201cI have to go sorry bye\u201d, and did so. His brain on fire, screaming to himself\u00a0\u00a0what the fuck?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00a0As he drove away, he looked in the rear view mirror and could see the man in faded and fraying fatigues standing on the sidewalk, watching him back, raising a crowbar into the air. \u00a0 What the fuck!<\/em> He accelerated and clutched his phone to his chest, nobody must see my player name!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He drove for a good 30 minutes, repeatedly checking the mirror, occasionally seeing something that wasn\u2019t there.  The next time he looked back at the road, there was definitely something there, yes, there in the middle of the road, was a cow.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Careering off the lane into a ditch, his life flashed before his eyes.  There were the first times he lost games and got laughed at, then there was the no mercy phase, a lot of winning and laughing at people but also some fun times where he destroyed people and brought them to tears.  He saw his family playing some boring board games, they were laughing, but they were happy.  He wanted to join in, put the phone down for a minute, maybe more.   The car glanced off a tree and span sideways before rolling backwards into the river.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The car hadn\u2019t quite sunk but Michael had passed out from panic.\u00a0 The fire brigade pulled him out successfully but the doctors found some abnormalities in his blood work.\u00a0 He had serious liver damage.\u00a0 He swore to make a change.\u00a0 And he did.\u00a0 For about six months, and then returned to his old ways,\u00a0 to buy game advantages and bully people across the globe.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Upon the seventh month, one shiny morning, the ex-military man turned up again, jumping on him as he opened his car door.\u00a0 In the basement car parking area, there was nobody around to hear his muffled shout as the chloroform sent him into lala land.\u00a0 When he awoke, he found himself blindfolded and tied up.\u00a0 He felt something like a cotton in his mouth and had to blow the snot out of his nose to breathe freely.\u00a0 “Ew”, said a voice, disgusting man.\u00a0 “Well, I said you, I find you. Now we stop playing games”.\u00a0 First, he could hear the smashing of a phone. \u00a0 You can guess what the man did next to his hands with the crowbar; as Michael cried out “why me?” while in his heart he very much knew why, he still debated, during his teeth grinding rehabilitation sessions as to what degree he deserved it as he lost the ability to hold anything tightly for a good few years after that.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sunny morning, as he moved the computer mouse without much precision, he tried to play Solitaire, and dreamt of a nice game with farms.\u00a0 When offered a burger, he accepted but always hesitated and sometimes grew wet in the eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile cowiecowcow had become champion of Farmking, having spent a cool $100,000 on the game over 2 years.\u00a0 He had annoyed many many people, but they just couldn\u2019t touch him in the game.\u00a0 Those who hacked him couldn\u2019t really touch him in real life, even after they hacked him and doxxed his real life identity.\u00a0 However, after that news became public, there seemed to be an increase in his Amazon deliveries going missing or getting stolen.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t totally sure, but he felt people staring as he walked through the office, and not in a good way.\u00a0 He shrugged, fuck em<\/em>.\u00a0 Farmking had become a global phenomenon, and he didn\u2019t really notice his infamity now preceded him.\u00a0 His business meetings were a bit more difficult, again, a weird vibe around the table, but he never made the link, even as his partners kept looking at his phone screen.\u00a0 In fact, they all kept checking their phones.\u00a0 Whenever he saw they were playing Farmking, he wanted to tell them how he was champion but he always remembered the look on one guy\u2019s\u00a0 face while they explained how much fun it was until they got raided, and when he ventured to ask about their opinion on the champion, they spat on the floor.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t understand why they didn\u2019t seem to like him much and decided not to waste time dwelling on it, and certainly didn\u2019t want to risk damaging business relations.\u00a0 It did occur to him that some low level players wanted revenge, and they were entitled to try.\u00a0 If they really wanted it, they just needed to spend some money.\u00a0 The thought of it made him chuckle, as he answered the door bell, only to find nobody there.\u00a0 This seemed to happen a lot more recently.\u00a0 <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those pesky kids were playing a game with him.\u00a0 Fair enough<\/em>.\u00a0 Now while work was still bringing in loads of money, he was starting to get anxious around dinner time.\u00a0 He often would finish late and need to order out. \u00a0 His fubar food deliveries were on time but there was something off, even when he changed eatery, there was something missing in his order or outright wrong.\u00a0 He had to give all the local restaurants bad reviews, but the service just didn\u2019t improve.\u00a0 As he opened the gate to the nonchalant scooter driver, he had to check the garage wall, as some kids constantly graffiting strange messages involving cows but he attributed this to their youthful artistic vigour and simply directed the gardener to paint over it, daily.\u00a0 After a year, the cost of paint was noticeable so he invested in more cameras and anti graffiti paint, which was somewhat effective in reducing the time needed to clean it.\u00a0 It was still annoying. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

His front lawn always seemed to have discarded cigarette butts and soft drink cans thrown over the fence, and his gardener didn\u2019t start work until 8am, so he’d always be greeted with this sight upon leaving the house.\u00a0 The most annoying thing was a dog seemed to defecate right in front of his gate, every damn morning.\u00a0 He could imagine how it smelled, as he drove past.\u00a0 Sometimes it was somehow posited on the door, which created a smear as it opened. He called the police but somehow they never could catch the guy in the hoodie with the dog, which looked pretty clearly like an Alsatian, but the interviewing detective wasn\u2019t so sure.\u00a0 The detective also happened to find some thumbtacks in his tyres, how unlucky.\u00a0 Now those were expensive to replace and the garagist said it would take more time than usual due to a high demand.\u00a0 It was very annoying and he was starting to get fed up with all of it.\u00a0 If only there was something he could do.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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