The TV weatherman swore up and down the hurricane would swerve away from your city at the last possible minute; the television was wrong once again. The hurricane blew most everything away as it blew through town. Deceived by the TV, you elected not to evacuate. Luckily, your mama didn't raise any fools, you'd already stocked your home with the necessary provisions, namely a case of Mad Dog 20/20 and several dozen cartons of Twinkies that will never go bad. You smile to yourself as the power goes out because you had enough sense to charge your iPod. As the gunfire erupts outside your window and the screaming begins you slip on your headphones and fall into a beanbag chair, W3 Thr33 Tr0lls flooding your ear-holes...