It was just a 16 by 16 grid. Grey shadowed blocks. The red liquid crystal numbers around his face, but they were just digital representations of liquid crystal numbers. And I guess so was he.

His yellow face.

Looking down on me. Always happy. Always smiling. Clicks and clicks caressing around my tile. Ticks and ticks. I felt it coming. The rushing. The tapping. The smiling. The fervent overzealous omnipotent bastard counting numbers, placing flags, opening expanses of clear blocks. 2, 3, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4. Oh a four. Careful baby. 2, 3, 1, 1, 2. With each click and drag and release that little yellow smiley O'ed at me. Oh. And. Oh. And. Oh.

One last click and Oh. Release and hit and I was exposed. And I fucked that O. I shoved my black dirty bomb in his fucking O and I fucked the shit out of it. He gagged on my bomb and I grabbed both sides of his 17 pixels and kept fucking until I felt nothing.

001

I was the last one left. The last mistake. And he was dead.

fin.