SMELL GOOD FEEL BAD

Today I've got disturbing mail from one community member. Not so long ago, this great player has won an event that was hosted by one of the major community websites. Seems like this reward was more like a punishment to him.

First of all I want to say that I feel great compassion for this young fella. It took a lot of courage to send this email and to say everyone about the tragic things that happened to him. I am with him in every second with every thought, praying for his health.

He insisted that I don't reveal his identity, but to call him Mister X. Here is the email that Mister X have sent me today.

From Mister X  To dinkersmail@gmail.com

Dear Dinker, 

I have just finished my dinner. Nurses are preparing to inject another doze of propofol in my body so I could have nice dreams. I am looking forward to that. Mostly because reality sucks today. And the day before. And the day before yesterday.

I wasn't able to see the Sun third day in a row and the speaker from a little TV, which is located in the corner of my dark room, have said that Sun wont come out until the end of February. Long and cold winter is in front of us. I believe those were the exact words he used to describe the weather. I could easily use those words to describe myself to you.

I am laying in a hospital bed for more than 20 days. Pain is harassing my body and I am able to move only two fingers of my right hand. Ironic, isn't it? Those two fingers that I used to move my mouse where I was able to play my favorite game and to own all players that I played against. Those two fingers now remind me how owned I am. Useless and sad. Hopefully, you will continue to add funny stuff on your blog which makes me feel good. Makes me laugh when I should cry.

I curse the day when my best friend bought me Warcraft 3. The moment I logged on battle.net, created my first account and that first RT game I found. I wish it never happened. I wish that this is only a bad dream or nasty work of the drugs that nurses injected in my body. I wish but these two fingers are telling me it is all true and real.

It didn't take me long to become really good in the game I now blame for everything bad that is happening to me. I picked the easy way, as you wrote in one of your posts. When I started to play in tournaments my skill level and game knowledge rapidly increased and I felt that I was able to compete with the best.

Oh why I got that feeling? Oh dear Lord, why I didn't stay a normal, 50% player, happy to be a noob forever? Why did I have to prove to myself and others that I am very good in a stupid PC game? It only led me to be useless creep, a laboratory rat that doctors are examining every day. A toy for those kids in white suits who want me to remain ill so they can play forever. 

As a matter of fact, it is all my fault. I should have never signed up for that event. I was stupid and deluded to believe that I can get good things out of that. Truth speaking, I had nice time owning greatest players of the present but the present that I got after winning the tour made a cripple out of me.

And I just wanted to smell good. After playing hours and hours in front of PC I used to smell like animal, swatting like I was on a football field rather than on battle.net. I wanted to smell like that actor from Lost series looks. Fresh and nice.

Cool water they say. Is it cool that this water was contaminated and that poison made cripple out of me killing my nerve system and burning my skin so I look like a freaking Witch Doctor? Is it cool that I can't move out of bed and do stuff normal people do because I have put contaminated water on my body without knowing that it was contaminated? Is it cool that this was supposed to be my reward and it became my punishment? Is it cool that I won and I am supposed to feel like a winner but I am feeling like a complete looser? Is that all cool?

I wont be cured until I get that anti-poison. Laboratory examinations showed that the poison was made from rare plant that grows on Carpathian Mountains. It is so called bellflower or Campanula patula on Latin. They say that someone and I know who that was, injected the poison in my cool water bottle. They are trying, night and day, to get to that rare plant and to make anti-poison but it is very hard to find it. 

I can't stand this situation anymore. Hospital bills are so big that my parents will have to sell our apartment to pay it. Every morning I am waking up in pains and I am on drugs all the time. I can't walk, I can't laugh, I can't even masturbate. And all that because I wanted to smell good.

Spread the truth.

Sincerely yours,

Mister X

I was more than shocked when I read this. However, I think that some of you can help this young fella to get cured. If you see commercial banners on my site make sure you click on them. All the money goes for his hospital bills.

I appeal to those who got these cool waters by winning mentioned events not to open them. Winners, don't end up like losers. And do not pick to smell good but to feel bad.