Slowly, he grasps his mouse in hand and holding his breath, makes his first move.

compares the game of minesweeper to life; a product of boredom and maybe a little too much wine.

A poem, written off the cuff, after failing to complete about 400 games of minesweeper. LOL

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Based on a true story. I have pictures to prove it, as soon as I figure out how to post them. Keep reading for the surprise ending.

It's a boring day, the internet is not working, and there seems to be nothing to do around the house. Can our dear friend find something to do? Or will she continue on being bored? Oneshot, crackfic.

I'm so lucky that this is just a game.

An expert loses at minesweeper the last click. His bro tries for revenge. Hilarity ensues. T for swearing.

Those sunglasses meant a lot to Smiley. They were a symbol of victory, and his perseverence. One-shot, short drabble-ish.

An all-too-dramatic realization of Minesweeper canon. The true story behind the game is at last uncovered.

Click to play so that you can blow your brains out while the smily face watches you XD

If anyone likes that little smiley, you have to be crazy. I mean it.

pretty self explanitory

A short poem about the poor and misfortunate, revamped version of Minesweeper.

A small chance of survival. A six hour game. A small tin shack... will this lonely soldier secure a victory for his country, or be blown to hell?

The minesweeper division was composed of a lazy guy, another guy and a Stupid. My first fanular fic. A minesweeper fic because come on. Minesweeper fic? How could I not! Rated T for naughty words and maybe some violence later. I don't own minesweeper.

It's the life of the Smiley. Go into The Room. Play The Game. Die. At least, that's how things were... until one Smiley decided to change it all. FINISHED

A look at a minesweeper who never succeeds in his hobby. Oneshot only.

Oneshot. This is the story of how Bob stopped killing the Smileys. My 2nd FanFic. Please Read & Reveiw!

A young Minesweeper addict soon learns the consequences of his careless addiction, and receives the scare of his life when passing his father's morning newspaper! Oneshot.

Oneshot. He is a slave to the game. His life depends on it...click...click...click...

Will and Jack are enemies in war with only one thing in common, their new journals. Will is a flag that has just been captured by the mines, and Jack is the night guard. Can they find love within the pages of their lives?

On his sixteenth birthday, another boy enters the inferno of the board only to be plunged into a far different game than that for which he was prepared.

Because under the Irrelevant Intercepts this category follows the motto for this website. inspiration: Unleash your imagination. please r&r!

Inspiration: use this line Because I am Minesweeper...please r&r!