The Last Hack
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When 9.11 happened

I was hacking the game called "UniBall" -- around the age of seventeen.

*I used to act like I only hacked in my early teens, but I never really quit until I was about eighteen when UB banned me for a year, and I still waited out the year to come back and see all the sorry faces watch me re-integrate into the game, after all my online crimes.

We used to do it all.

Steal passwords, the server code, hack the administrators, bomb the server, shut down the entire game, anything we wanted.

Around this time, my grandmother Irene was in my home dying of throat cancer, when echoes of Jesus's name were being ranted around the halls by my crazy born-again Christian aunt, and she died with her hand in mine, while my family oversaw the euthanasia, of electricity over life, and a lot of tears in my eyes, while no one else cried..

I ran to my room to finish crying, because euthanizing someone with electricity is not really normal.

Also, I didn't even know I did it..

When I said, "People shouldn't die" it's like God heard me, and he was crying.

The few months before she died, she "fell" in front of me.

Fell on her back, and landed on her back, after attempting to shut the freezer which she couldn't, so she fell.

I was playing a game of UniBall at the time. Space hockey. A multiplayer game.

She fell, and I helped her up, totally freaked out.

She also died when I was in the middle of a UB game.

It is said, an entire mass of celebrities, music industry people, programmers, producers, hackers, and various "big minds" of the world, used to play UB. It's one of the longest-running games on the internet.

UB was started in 1996 by a guy named Josh C. -- or just "C:\" as he liked to call himself.

I used to know him, and he left his own game early on, to the whims of other administrators.

He didn't care I hacked his game.

I even interviewed him in IRC, and he seemed to know all about me.

The twin towers fell, the night after I was cognizantly thinking, since I said "you're the bomb!" to my friend in a store, he mistook the phrase, and acted like I had an actual bomb.

So, that night, I thought and thought, "why is it so wrong to say bomb..?"

The next day, I saw men jumping out of windows, and was halted in the middle of biology class to watch 2,000 people being killed in the name of Jesus.


- Brendan S