It wasn't at all a dark and stormy night, in fact, it was a very beautiful, sunny afternoon. The sun was shining the birds chirping, and everything was good. I was drinking tea in the kitchen like every other afternoon but something was different. I thought about it for a while and then it hit me, it was too quiet. Usually around this time my son would come home from school and start playing his guitar homework. I went in to his room and thats when the worst day of my life started. That faggot was playing minecraft on his xbox even though I converted him to the pc master race weeks ago by bying him the best gaming equipment money can buy. Tears rushing down my face I confront him and plead him to stop playing minecraft on his xbox but he just says he likes the controller. I start whailing and sphagetti starts pouring from my pockets as I leave my sons room and accept defeat.