DISCLAIMER

I don't know why I need to write this. It's quite obvious that I do not own Minesweeper or have any copyright claims to this game at all. However, I am writing this disclaimer to say that you may not sue me for any injuries caused by reading this fan fiction, whether it be having a heart attack because I killed off one of your favorite characters in some sort of cruel and horrible way, it being that you got so pissed that I decided to make fun of people by 'riting in bad grammer & spellig', 'us1ng numb3rs 1n my s70r13s', '0r evn us1ng a c0mb. 0f b0th' , or it being that you actually found something I wrote funny and fell out of your chair/choked on your own tears. Anyways, enjoy the story.

I navigate carefully around the ground. There are 3 mines around me, so I have to make a smart move. Go to the left? Go to the right? Go straight ahead?

Maybe I'll just stay here. It's an OK place to be. After all, I'm not dead.

Yet.

After a few minutes I get bored. I may as well move. I step straight ahead and my leg flies 30 feet into the air. Yay. I died.

I click out of the game. I would hate to actually have that job so much.