Jammers get too Hostile

I lived in Rhode Island in a tiny town with my mother, father, and two other older sisters. I was the youngest in the family, being about 5 maybe 6 years old. I had a brother i had never once seen or met in my entire life, just heard of. While the year was 2010. My parents would say i got the 'Lucky Spot' because i was born around so much new tech that i was used to it. Unlike any other normal 5 or 6 year old who would play with siblings or with toys, I spent my time around electronics. But mostly the family desktop computer. Even though it was the family's it was mostly mine because i used it the most out of everybody. I didn't play many games as you think i would, but there was one in particular i can still remember to this day. It was called Animaljam. It was a National Geographic online kids game That i joined on the date of November 21, 2010. The day i signed up i finished the sign up and started playing. I wasn't very creative with users at the time so i named it logos. I was immediately amazed. The backgrounds where so colorful in my eyes and the animations blew my mind for a kid my age. I even met some new friends while playing on there. I mostly spent my time trading with others. otherwise i would be decorating my den in the strangest possible ways. A few people tried to boss me around, but like the immature 5 year old i was i ignored it. As a nonmember seeing almost everyone else as a member, seeing them with cool items and pets i decided i wanted one too. Practically begging on my knees asking for one, when i finally got one that Christmas by surprise. Finally having one i shrieked and hugged my mom. While i then played on the site the rest of the day with a smile on my face that made me look like the happiest kid in the world.

And that's what i did everyday...

That was over 10 years ago when i played that game. I'm surprised i still even remember the thing at all. Although i really shouldn't be due to why i quit that screwed up game. But if you truthfully want to hear it i'll tell.It was 2014 and i was 9 years old. I was playing some player vs player minigames with a friend of mine. The first round i won. " gg" the other player said. as he then requested a rematch of Shell Game with me. I accepted the joining and i won again. "How did you get so good at these?" he said, and asking a rematch. This happened maybe 5 more times until it got creepy. I types in the words and sent " hey, i gtg. buddy me so we can play again soon?" He replied with a messed up font of Calibri " Don't you have any more time to play?" I replied back. " no. Now i really got to go." After a abnormally long silence of waiting for a answer, he replied " Alright then, i wish we could of played some more games. Bye now." As i went up to click the ' Log Out' button near the top of the play screen, i realized something. I couldn't click Log Out or my other open tabs, which i had recently used to chat with some other people over Skype Chat. So i went to the computer box and held down the power button, waiting for it to shut off. Holding it down so long it began to hurt my poor thumb. A pain that felt like a giant, thick hospital needle up my fingernail. I cringed and tried to let go of the button but my instinct was telling me to keep holding on. that it would turn off soon. I waited and held it down. I eventually left with my mom keeping a object on the button to hold it down still. Coming back home to a broken laptop with the monitor busted wide open and the wiring from the insides spilling out, keys popped out and the letters on every key erased besides a few. Which spelled out the name ' Mrfurrypaws200 '. The name of the user i played those games with. seeing this as a child traumatized me and made me nearly piss myself. I ran to the kitchen to show my mom and drag her into the office room. But just like that the keys where fixed. The wires where fine. But the screen was not. Still smashed open, like someone slammed a jackhammer into it 40 times. " We'll get it fixed." My mother said in her sweet soothing voice. Then walking out of the office back into the kitchen.

Because of that day i never played it again. My urge to play on electronic things fainted into thin air. As i found new hobbies. And hey, surprise, surprise, i actually got a tan while staying off of them. Due to the fact i stayed in the sun a lot. Now days i still wonder if that same jammer still even plays on that old shack of a site anymore. All i had heard about it recently was that it had gone majorly downhill, due to the fact many people had quit the game in unknown matters and ways.