This is an improved version of the thread where each user would say a word to keep the story going. Mr. Krack was at his house, waiting for his favorite TV show, it was 1:00 AM, it had started. But, as he happily stood layed on his bed, he heard a kantankerous and tetric noise. He had made many attempts to ignore this, but was unsuccesful each time, and as the noise grew louder, he began to become more alert, at the point that he felt that he could be a proffessional CS:GO player. It came to him. It was subtle at first. His enviroment grew darker as time passed on. He could see nothing. There he was, a sitting duck. IT WILL CONTINUE.