About eight months ago, I was
searching around the internet to find out why my computer was running so
slowly (it normally ran quite fast, but had gradually gotten slower
over time). After a few minutes, I found a piece of software claiming
that it could speed up my PC and make it run like new again. Being that I
was dangerously ignorant about technology in general (even more so than
I am now), I downloaded the software and began the installation. Mere
moments after doing so, my desktop background image was changed and
warnings that appeared to originate from Windows appeared all over the
screen telling me to buy strange software from an unknown company in
order to remove a virus it claimed I had.
I may have been ignorant
about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I immediately concluded that
the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a virus. In my rage, I broke
numerous objects, punched a hole in the wall, and cursed the world at
the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed down, cleared my head, and
realized that the only remedy for this problem was a carefully thought
out plan. After a few moments of pondering about how to handle this
situation, I decided that since I barely knew how to properly handle a
computer, I should turn it over to the professionals and let them fix
the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local
computer repair shop and entered the building with my computer in hand.
They greeted me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I
was explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it
all before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating
computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be fixed.
Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely
repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was
surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for
how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling
confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied knowing
that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The
very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair shop
whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I had
stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very promising,
and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as how I required
my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the matter on hold.
Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the person on the other
end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek. Startled, I asked what
was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing was said, and suddenly,
the person on the other end said to me, in a low voice oozing with
paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They hung up immediately after
saying that, and I couldn't help but notice that they sounded as if they
were on the verge of tears. I briefly wondered if it was due to stress
from work, and then drove to the computer repair shop to acquire my
computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building.
The inside of the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image
from my memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout
the room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every
direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After processing
this disturbing information, I began panicking and frantically looking
around for my computer. I spotted an employee covered in blood sitting
up against the wall, and noticed that his wrists had been slashed open.
Thinking quickly, I ran up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his
shirt, shook him around, and began screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my
computer!?" After a moment of silence, he passed away, completely
shattering my expectations. Such a thing! "What a meaningless
individual," I thought.
Enraged, I tore the building up even
further than it already had been in my desperate search for my computer.
Eventually I discovered a door leading to an area that was normally
only accessible to employees. I entered without hesitation and was met
with a long, skinny hallway that a single person would have trouble
moving about freely in. I proceeded down the dark hallway and bumped
into the body of an employee hanging from a rope tied to something on
the ceiling. I screamed, "Not only do you people have the gall to allow
my computer to be endangered, but even in death you intend to block my
path!?" After finally managing to push aside the worthless obstacle, I
traveled down the hallway and came to a small black door. I entered
without a moment's notice, and in the middle of the dark and dreary
room, I spotted my computer; it was completely unharmed. With a sigh of
relief, I picked it up, left the building, and drove home as if nothing
of importance had occurred there.
Upon returning home and hooking
up the computer (whilst wearing a cheerful expression the entire time),
I, to my horror, discovered that the computer hadn't been repaired.
There was nothing in the world that could have contained my fiery anger
at that point. I broke almost every single one of my possessions,
smashed all the windows on my house, physically abused my family, and
then drove back to the computer repair shop to defile the dead lumps of
meat that had failed to carry out the task I had given them. After
realizing that I shouldn't be meaninglessly wasting my time with such
worthless pieces of trash, I remembered the piece of software that I'd
discovered earlier. With renewed confidence, I blissfully visited the
local library, downloaded the software, and took it home to install on
my computer.
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others had failed to remove after hours of attempts. I let out a victory
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I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I immediately concluded that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over to the professionals and let them fix the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it all before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek. Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a low voice oozing with paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn't help but notice that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the computer repair shop to acquire my computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my computer!?" After a moment of silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a thing! "What a meaningless individual," I thought.
Enraged, I tore the building up even further than it already had been in my desperate search for my computer. Eventually I discovered a door leading to an area that was normally only accessible to employees. I entered without hesitation and was met with a long, skinny hallway that a single person would have trouble moving about freely in. I proceeded down the dark hallway and bumped into the body of an employee hanging from a rope tied to something on the ceiling. I screamed, "Not only do you people have the gall to allow my computer to be endangered, but even in death you intend to block my path!?" After finally managing to push aside the worthless obstacle, I traveled down the hallway and came to a small black door. I entered without a moment's notice, and in the middle of the dark and dreary room, I spotted my computer; it was completely unharmed. With a sigh of relief, I picked it up, left the building, and drove home as if nothing of importance had occurred there.
Upon returning home and hooking up the computer (whilst wearing a cheerful expression the entire time), I, to my horror, discovered that the computer hadn't been repaired. There was nothing in the world that could have contained my fiery anger at that point. I broke almost every single one of my possessions, smashed all the windows on my house, physically abused my family, and then drove back to the computer repair shop to defile the dead lumps of meat that had failed to carry out the task I had given them. After realizing that I shouldn't be meaninglessly wasting my time with such worthless pieces of trash, I remembered the piece of software that I'd discovered earlier. With renewed confidence, I blissfully visited the local library, downloaded the software, and took it home to install on my computer.
I knew. I knew, even before installing it, that MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would be my salvation. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would come through with flying colors where no one else could. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would completely, totally, and utterly eradicate the virus in the most merciless, efficient way possible. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] was not a piece of software that could fail to meet my exceedingly high expectations. MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] would not fail me like all the other imbeciles had.
At that point, it could be said that I could genuinely see into the future and be accurate in my predictions. I gleefully began installing MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] and laughed like a child at the thought of finally being able to attain revenge upon the virus that had shamed me so.
I was absolutely in awe of MyCleanPC's [mycleanpc.com] wonderfully efficient performance. Without a single issue, MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] utterly annihilated in moments the virus that many others had failed to remove after hours of attempts. I let out a victory cry and swore to never turn to any "professionals" to fix my computer ever again. Once again, I was able to predict the future. I knew that I would never need any worthless "professionals" again as long as I had MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] by my side.
MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] is outstanding! My computer is running faster than ever! MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] came through with flying colors where no one else could! MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] totally cleaned up my system, and increased my speed! I couldn't believe how much overclocking my gigabits and speed were doing! Even restructuring the BIOS wouldn't allow for the miraculously high degrees of efficiency that MyCleanPC [mycleanpc.com] allowed me to attain.
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