"Well, let's play with junior high school kitchens" >>1, again today, sets up a meaningless thread without any understanding, that he himself is none other than a junior highschool kitchen. In the bed, he chuckled to himself, losting in wild fancies, over the responses to the thread he had set up, after turn off his PC. He is a genuine masochist. The more he gets severe criticisms, the more he feels better. He has such unusual eroticism. "You may go!" "sound of a gun" "better leave this thread as it is" Many kinds of abusive languages flashed in his mind. "Yes, put me down more, and more!" In swirling of excitement, he hardly slept on that night. Next morning, he dashed to PC, and turned on the power, to see the thread he had set up last night. It has been hard to find out his thread, usually it's been sunk into deep level. But that time, it was different. His thread was on the top of the board. Adding to that, there were many responses with it. "Gee, this time I get a large haul…" Expecting the words he loves, he started to read responses one by one. But something was different. What he found was somehow restless words such as, "You should know your IP would have remained" "already have reported to the police" "Get hung up to the shame and disgrace" in stead of his familiar puting-down words. "What's wrong with it, how come?" At that moment, >>1 has not grasped what was going to be happen. (I need usual abusive words! Somebody got'ta give'em to me!) But he had to read more really horrible words, irrelevant to his futile wish. "He would be trembling with fear now." "Going under arrest, so up" Even he had been a little bit fool, >>1 has begun to understand what would be going to happen. (What the... What on earth have I done to deserve this!) In a great hurry, he started to sink his thread. Filling "sage" into mail space, and writing "Don't lift rotten thread like this." to response space in disguise of others, but it was'nt work at all. No sooner his thread got lifted exemplary. "Please! Please don't lift it up...don't..." No matter how he tryed by himself alone, his enemies, who he had maden by himself, were too many to control. He crushed down his keyboard with his double hands, and went to the bed even it wasn't long since his getting up. (This must be a bad nightmare. Next time I'd get up, everybody would give me common run downs)…a few days later, "ding dong"The door chime rang lightly, telling the end of >>1's life.