Like an Abu Ghraib detainee, she stands weakly atop a tangled mess of wires. Tears wet her face, wrinkling her mask. While input devices replace electrodes, the victim clearly shows signs of abuse. Behold, the filthy, overflowing trash can, the litter-strewn carpet, the mocking parade of action figures looking down. Thief I and II? Her captor is clearly a man of taste. Perhaps a would be Hannibal Lecter?
This depressing snapshot titled "Hot Gamer Chick", bears the caption, "She could frag me any day of the week..." This is submitter, Compbabe's ("A 23 year-old grrrl from Liberty City, US") sole contribution to Digg, one that will undoubtedly yield him (and it is a "him") an avalanche of undue attention, prolonging this poor soul's misery.
This is the image that you will see in the clouds when a third of the seas have turned to blood; when the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse bring plagues of gnats, hail, and boils. It is the end of man.
Thanks for ruining my day, Internet.
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