Creative Writing to the New Extreme...

So... I did not write this. I just thought that I would share it all with you. Someone from my forum wrote it. I'm in love...

As he finished gently connecting the dual SATA hard drives, he tenderly ran his fingers across the cooling system. His eyes hungrily devoured the dizzying curves of the CPU fan/heatsink assemblage, and he felt a terrible urge run up his spine and down to his trembling hands.

Tenderly he slid the ATX sidepanel into place, took a firm grip on the thumbscrews, and drove them home with the swift precision of a practiced overclocker. The case gleamed in the red rays of sunset drifting through the open window, and he knew it was now or never.

He took the plug and felt it's girth and pleasing heft. This unassuming device had always served him faithfully, channeling hundreds of watts of electricity into his power supply, often for days at a time. After a moment's hesitation he plunged it into the socket with a satisfying jiggle. At the same instant, he deftly reached over and applied a firm and steady pressure to the on-switch.

Instantly he had a reaction, as gentle humming and murmuring crowded his ears, reverberating from deep within the machine before him. The monitor flickered, bright and gleaming, as the optical mouse quietly pulsed red in his grip. He proceeded slowly, allowing the processor to warm up, the OS to fully actualize, and only when things were just starting to idle did he open up the throttle.

He opened the DVD tray and slid the cool circular disk into it's yearning cavity, opting to close the bay manually with his hand instead of pressing the actual button. New visions flashed within the depths of the monitor, the stars in all their splendor, the infinite expanse of space.

With a shudder he took his joystick into his sweaty palm and could not let go. With every jerk and strain of force-feedback, his nerves tingled, but he couldn't stop now. He was half-way through the mission, and he would be damned if he didn't finish. After all, he'd paid good money for this rare copy of Privateer 2, and those colonists starving of famine two star systems away needed this shipment of supplies badly.

He fired his last missile at the lead pirate closing in on his vessel. It struck home with viscious force, seeming to tear reality itself apart in a moment of pure intensity, sending shockwaves into the farthest reaches of space. He shuddered, and then relaxed, sighing with supreme satisfaction. The other pirate vessels veered off, and he let his tired hand drop from the now still joystick. He'd have to upgrade his main guns at the next spaceport, but for now he let the sweet embrace of exhaustion over power him as he readied the jump drive for his next encounter.

~Dune~

There ya go. Awesome to a whole new level of awesome. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Just to re-iterate... I did not write this. I only wish that I was talented enough to come up with something like this. This was written by a a fellow who goes by the handle DuneWalker. Tres Heart.