It was a cold, rainy day at the [censored] residence. Young master Zack was sick in bed with Influenza, excused from his learning and exempt from the children's foolish trifles. Groaning with tiredness and pain as he leaned over and bent up and retrieved his dark laptop from it's dusty nook in the wall.
"Hmm..." thought Master Zack as he logged into Newgrounds.com. "It seems I have acquired a Fan Base." For in his three days of sickness, Newgrounds was still moving, throttling mankinds's laughter until they died. Master Zack's fan's sent him many P M. He read and responded. So many reviews. He reviewed them and responded. Blog comments were the best though. People called themselves lame, just for his amusement. It turned glorious. Birds sang out. The sun shone. The flu disappeared. He rose out of bed. Then... RRRWWEYPPP {{{{{{{{. His laptop fell, it's silver screen twisting, twisting, and finally shaking off it's hinges upon impact with the cold, hard, unforgiving floor.
FIN.

That is a true story lol.