Day 4 of the Great Barnstormers Server Crash of 2016

leadsledfan

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The world outside my computer screen seems cold and distant, the flowers on the balcony have lost their vibrant color, and now serve as wilting reminders of a world that used to be.
I reach a single finger forward, and hesitantly click a single, soft, click.
The Rainbow wheel spins, for what seems to be an eternity, and then, movement.
The flickering pixels of a fruit branded computer snap to a blank white wasteland, where they will remain for the next few minutes, hours... days?
A soft sigh escapes my slightly parted lips as I contemplate my options in this new world without Barnstormers.
The sky remains gray and the low hanging clouds outside my window confine me to earthly chains.
My mind races. My pulse quickens. Should I? Would the single stack pages and 500 character descriptions of my first love forgive me?
The pads of my fingers dance across the keys. T-r-a-d-e-a-p-l-a...
Alas, I cannot bring myself to finish the necessary string of treasonous letters.
I return to my first love.
As I stare at the blank white screen my movement is overcome by a phantom force, and once again a single soft click is heard.
A Spinning Rainbow.
And then,
Nothing
 
Poetic.
You would think I could get more done while they are down, but it's not working out that way.
The Cruisemaster work is pretty much done. Waiting for a couple of months before I call the IA for an inspection...
The T-18 needs a lot of work, but I'm too listless. Barnstormers.....barnstormers...
 
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