Jinx

[Click-clack, click-clack.] [The sound of someone typing fills the air of a dark room. The only light in the room comes from the computer screen that sits in front of Jinx. The camera looks over her shoulder to see what she

[For some, the morning sun creeping through your bedroom window can be a rude awakening. Such is the case for Harold Attano this morning. As the sun falls upon his face, his eyes flutter open. Groggily he pushes himself up,

[Static.] [A black screen takes over the airwaves. A green text cursor blinks ever so ominously in the top left hand corner.] [The video fades in. The playful laugh of Fatal Error herself as she holds before her a large black box

Wa-.. W a s.. [Static.] [The feed of Attano is seemingly interrupted.] [We now stare at a black screen with a single green box in the top lefthand corner of the screen] [Moments pass before text begins to appear on the screen at a rapid