Jorge Reich

When I came back from Vietnam I couldn't handle society. People booed me and insulted me for my service. I came back to my house and saw my brother there waiting for me. We talked and had quality time together. The next day I saw him playing this game Minesweeper. He said he had a high score and wanted me to try. The second click I hit a mine and went into shock. I was screaming and frozen on the floor for two days. Every day my condition got worse as I thought of that game and the mine exploding. The same thing happened on a mission I was on in Nam. My conditioned worsened and I am currently writing this in a mental hospital in China, all thanks to this game. They removed two parts of my brain and I am 24/7 wired on painkillers. Please save me.