He stared at the screen in dismay, as the results of the tragic error revealed themselves. His beloved work was gone, swallowed by oblivion. He had carelessly neglected to make back ups of his work, and entrusted the safety of his only copies to a writer's website. He thought this was a good idea. He thought wrong.
His fist was clenched and he gritted his teeth in rage. This was all their fault! It must be! He began to formulate a plan. He would punish them, but how? Suddenly the idea came to him, and a smirk appeared over his red face. Enraged, he opened up a competition and poured his hate and anger into it. He fiendishly crafted his insults, and mocked them. He called forth a number of expletives as if they were hellfire, then he laughed. Surely everyone would join him in his walkout, in protest over this heinous crime! They didn't. He failed to destroy the website. He failed at life.
THE END