Norman

== Introduction ==
Hello, everyone. Call me Dave. Allow me to tell a horrific experience of mine that took place in Minecraft a few days ago... 
=== First Encounter ===
One day, I received an e-mail while dawdling about. My close friend, Lucas, had sent it to me. 
<Lucas> Hey bro! I've opened a new server. On the white list. But you can go in. Wanna take a look? 
There was the link to the server below the massage. I curiously click it, and I spawn in a forest. It doesn't take me long to get my player up and running. Pretty soon, I had built myself a nice house out of cobblestone. 
Satisfied with my work, I decide it's time to do some mining. After excavating a lot of useful resources, I return to my abode, only to find out it's shattered to smithereens! 
I quickly press the tab button, but the player list shows that I'm the only one on the server. Still, I write a few sentences in the chat just in case someone, hopefully the culprit who made Swiss cheese out of my house, would respond. 
<GoldenKing> HEY BRO THAT WASN'T FUNNY!!! 
I get so depressed when nobody answered. I set off to find a cave and mine some stacks of cobblestone to rebuild my home. Not long afterwards, I see a player in the cave. The player has no name tag above his head. He's so engrossed in mining that he doesn't see me approach him. 
<GoldenKing> Hey bro! 
He pauses and looks at me. 
<GoldenKing> Did you destroy my house? 
<Norman> I needed cobblestone. Was that square, stony thing your house? 
<GoldenKingt> YOU DIDN'T NEED TO DESTROY PEOPLE'S HOMES, ASSHOLE! YOU'RE LITERALLY IN A STONE CAVE RIGHT NOW!! 
<Norman> Sorry. I'll fix it, if you want. Follow me. 
I still have the mind to beat this guy up, and I'm pretty sure he's lying. But I'm certainly not looking forward to spending hours doing repairs. Well, I have no reason to turn down a free offer... So I believe the guy. We leave the cave together and arrive at my smashed house. 
With one snap of this Norman guy's fingers, the house turns good as new again. My mouth hangs open in absolute shock. Maybe I'm hallucinating...? I rub my eyes and look again. However, it's the same scene I saw seconds ago. Norman, my house, everything. Totally surprised, I rapidly type, 
<GoldenKing> WTF! WTF! HACKER!!! 
Norman pays no attention to my comment. He sends a link through the chat. 
<Norman> I made a new mod. Wanna take a look? 
I'm no dodo. There's a possibility that the link is infected with a virus. I refuse to open it. I try to send him away as quick as possible. 
<GoldenKing> Umm, you can go now. 
He must have not heard me, because Norman clicks the link on his own. I didn't touch the computer mouse, I swear! My game collapses. When I get everything settled and return, Norman is gone. A book suddenly appears in my inventory. 
The contents of that book says everything from my full name to my shoe size! EVERY BIT OF MY PERSONAL INFORMATION! How did he get into this server without Lucas noticing, anyway? How did he dig out all the smallest details about me? He doesn't even know me! 
Infuriated, I immediately send an angry e-mail to Lucas. I get flabbergasted when I read the e-mail he sends me as an answer. 
<Lucas> I'm sorry, man, I'm really sorry. I met the guy on the server a few days ago. He probably sent you a link like the one he threw at me. I was so horrified. That monster had access to everything, including my address, phone number, account passwords, credit card information, birth date. He told me that if I brought someone else, he would leave me alone. I'm so sorry, man. 
How could he do this to me? THAT TRAITOR!
=== A few days later... ===
I log in back into the server and start searching for Norman. 
I find him digging in a cave again. 
<GoldenKing> YOU OWE ME AN EXPLANATION, BRO! 
He lowers the stone pickaxe and gives me the 'Oh-I'm-so-innocent' look, which makes me even madder. 
<Norman> Perfect timing. I need your help. 
<GoldenKing> WHAT?!! 
<Norman> I need another victim. You're boring. Can you get me one? 
<GoldenKing> NEVER, YOU BUTTHEAD! I'M NOT GOING TO HELP YOU!! PISS OFF!! 
<Norman> Aww, come on, I'll give you diamonds? 
Then he starts spraying the diamonds all around him, like the way a fountain spews up water. My eyeballs start shaking. Having that many diamonds is a Minecraft player's dream come true. No! I can not let others be harmed by this trash! Get a hold of yourself! 
<GoldenKing> Shut up, midget! I told you, I'm not going to help! 
He just stares at me for a while, his pickaxe at an awkward angle. Finally, he sighs. 
<Norman> You're a hard nut to crack, I'll give you that. Come... 
<GoldenKing> Huh? 
He zooms up to me incredibly fast and hits my character. Suddenly my screen glitches. What's happening?! 
When my screen finally clears up, I realize I'm on a server. A server that's devoid of colors except black. 
A player I have never seen before shoves his face in my face. Who's that? 
<Ray1213> Is this him?
Norman bows ever so politely.
<Norman> Yes, m'lord. This is the fellow I told you about.
<Ray1213> You will obey us. You are going to assist us, is that clear?
His booming, echoing voice sends goosebumps up my spine. Is this what the voice of a psychopath sounds like? I don't want to find out what kind of gruesome thing will happen to me if I say no. I hang my head somberly.
<GoldenKing> Clear.