Chapter 1.

f0rC3_pWn4g3 looked up from his PC, glancing about him. His eyes fell upon the clock on his desk, showing the time as 1:37AM, the rhythmic flash of the second LED hurting his tired eyes. Something had disturbed his gaming, something...not quite right. He got up, fumbling for the door-handle and headed out to fix himself a cup of tea. The kettle began to whistle as he clattered mugs around. He sat at his desk, drinking his tea, and considering strategies for his next game of de_dust, but still there was a slight feeling of discomfort. He looked over his shoulder and then shook himself and finished the tea. Perhaps he should just go to bed. He turned off the lights and fell into bed, sleeping soundly until morning. He never saw the flashes up the street or the mail icon on his PC...

-f0rce_pWn4g3

Chapter 2.

Steelo awoke in is laughable excuse for a flat to the sound of two cats making sweet sweet love outside his window, his fingers found the deadly sharp hunting knife he always kept beneath is pillow and he wondered if he had the energy to go for the double kill.
to steelo's surprise as he opened his eyes he found that it was still deep in the night and that a message notification was flashing on his computer screen right over his tasteful just buff league wallpaper, this message could easily be about anything from overdue rent to the end of the world but steelo couldn’t help feeling that his life of gaming, failing uni, and trying to get layed may just take a turn for the better.

-Steelo

Chapter 3.

damn bots, always getting you killed. d33n0 raved as he died for the fourtieth time in an hour trying to do CZ on hard... and woke his brother in the process, at least they did not still live under the iron curtain that had hung over their lives until a couple of years ago. (read "f*ing communsts") nope, he's just getting some tea... Deagle time boys, Boom HEAD-SHOT 1 down, 4 to go, then time to work on the awp... the power cuts. he plays on... apparently there is one advantage to laptops. the last T comes into view, and the game shuts down, replaced by a flashing mail icon...

-d33n0

Chapter 4.

Burgo was in the middle of an important game when he realised that he was infact really hungry. Leaving his allies to take control of the situation Burgo got up to go fix himself some chicken. Usually this would be an okay thing to do but today it was not. You see Burgo infact had no chicken left in the house... anyware. This presented a mild problem should he satisfy his hunger and risk losing the game? Besides where can he get chicken at this time of night? Burgo pondered this for what must have 1 hour and eventually his stomach got the upper hand on his desire to play. He farewelled his friends and left the game figuring maybe Steelo in the flat (if you could call it that) across the road might have some chicken.

As he grabbed his coat from the rack he noticed something strange on his shiny monitor. A mail icon was flashing in the corner of the screen. Burgo who didn't have a mail client active on his computer was intriqued. He reached for the mouse and gave a sharp doubleclick on the mysterious flashing icon...

-Burgo

Chapter 5.

f0rC3_pWn4g3 slept heavily, haunted with visions of the clan's last foray online, in which he and the other Ts had been gang AWPed by the CTs. He and the boys had tried as hard as they could, but an AK just doesn't match an AWP. He dragged himself out of bed at the ring of his door-bell, stumbling to the entrance in his gold pyjamas. At the door stood several other members of the clan, wearing worried faces. He opened the door and Burgo and Steelo walked in. "You guys want some tea?" he said.

-f0rc3_pWn4ge