Good morning, Good afternoon and Good Evening respectively.

Dear my amazing reader, I regret to inform you that I, art17, wouldn't be able to write this story regularly and may update it sporadically for the unforeseeable futures.

2 weeks ago, the children at my room in the boarding school were having a great throwing war. Somehow a not so small block of ice found its way to my side of the room which is separated from the whole room with a thin layer of wooden wall. The evil ice flew straight from the gap in the ceiling and crashed into the screen of my laptop.

Good news, the screen didn't crack at all. Bad news, it was so fragile that the impact alone made it half dead. Retrieving important data's from the laptop has been quite a chore and frustrating experience with only half of the screen working.

I was depressed everytime I thought about it. My complete one piece anime collection, several games, thousands episodes of animes, thousands of ebooks, dozens music demo I made, a lot of unpublished novel I have and several important things inside my laptop.

Life has never been good. But I only knew that it can be so.... Low.

By a man who put most of his life and dreams on a laptop.