As I said 34 pages of thread ago, this feels like the times as a child, the power went out and we would pull out a deck of cards, light some candles and have some fun.
Day 2 - MobileMe. Please.
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I awoke today, blinking in the bright sunshine and my heart fell. Not a cloud to be seen. My next thought was on my dear companions who have for the last 3 years shared my .Mac family package. My worst fears were confirmed as I looked upon the distraught face of Edgar. Rocking slowly back and forth, beads of sweat on his brow glistening in the sun-light, and his knees pulled up to his chest. I do not believe he had slept during the night. His MacBook next to him on the ground, the iChat window open prompting him for a password. I fear he might not make it through the day.
Ginger and Charles were no better, and were now reduced to refreshing the login page again, and again. Muttering under their breath in a stream of incomprehensible metaphors. Taloula was nowhere to be seen, and as I rose to my feet I felt a chill creep up my spine. Had we lost her? Would we ever be able to get back to .Mac?
As I started to make a spartan breakfast, and stoke the Macbook updating news feeds and checking that the support pages revealed no news of the rains to come I heard screams from the distance.
"Up! Down! UP! DOOWWNNN"