This really deserves its own thread. 
Original thread:
Box of Awesome World Tour
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MysticBoo's Journal, 21st of August, in the Year 2009 A.D.:
I found myself awakening in a cold sweat, escaping the horrid nightmare which I had been subjected to by memories of the box. How long had it been since I that infernal machine scarred my life? How long had it been since I gazed upon its demonic beauty?
It was cemented on my board merely a week ago. I had dared to turn its control to maximum, and felt an overwhelming chill run up my spine as its eerie light filled the room. I began to play, and each note sounded more beautiful and more captivating than the last. I had not fathomed such a metamorphosis. It was too much for human ears to bear, for the human mind to comprehend. The perfection was unnatural. Horrified by its power, I disconnected its source of power and retreated to my room, safe from its wretched reach. What had I done? What was this box truly capable of? How could I have been so foolish as to turn the control past the realm of safety?
And shortly afterward came that fateful night. I found myself drawn to it once again. I ignored my conscience and my fears and decided to turn it on once more. I had to see its glow again. I had to feel its power. It called for me like a siren, and I came to it like a fool. I dressed in my finest clothes, convinced that it deserved only the best from me.
I approached my board, and noticed it missing. Impossible - where could it have gone? In a panic, I stepped out of the comfort of my bedroom, and noticed a light emanating from the table in the dining quarters. I looked at the ceiling, and there I saw it - a terrifying blue light.
I looked down at the table, and there it was. It had moved from my board. It was active.
This made no sense at all. It could not have moved itself. Or could it have?
That should have been my final warning. The one which should have commanded me to stop and dispose of that box before it consumed my very being. But I ignored reason. I ignored common sense. I stepped closer to it. Remembering my comrades' warnings of eye protection, I reached for my goggles and strapped them on. I reached for the pedal and examined it, my eyes feeling safe behind the dark lenses of my goggles.
The light was inviting. I could not help but look closer. I could hear it calling my name, drawing me closer still.
I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead. My fear was resurfacing. I shrugged it off and removed my hat, thinking that I would feel more refreshed without it. I should never have removed my hat.
The lamps above me brightened. The box's light grew dim. I was taken aback by this sudden change. What was it doing?
I stared straight into the eye of the beast, seeking the light which had faded from my view. And in an instant, the lamps above me flickered and waned. The blue light returned with renewed vigor and intensity.
This was it, I thought. The secret of the box was in its light. I needed to know more. I needed this light! My blood began to boil as I looked closer and closer, absorbed by the terrifying beauty before me. I removed my goggles and dared to stare straight into the light with my own eyes.
And then it happened. The awesomeness.
It came. The chaos. It came.
And then all was black.
I remember falling to the floor. I do not know what happened to me next.
Hours later, I arose from the floor, weak and confused. The box was off now, and within reach. Its power was gone for the time being, but it would return. I dared to provoke the monster, and it struck me with an awesomeness no human could ever stomach. It was too dangerous for mere mortals. My life nearly came to a close in the pursuit of this mysterious power. My survival was nothing more than luck, I was certain.
I knew I had to get rid of it. I had to send it away, far away from me. I could not let another human be harmed as I was.
So I sent it to a squirrel.
