Gather round, children. It's story time! Today, I have for you a tale of hope...of promises...and of lies. A story with more twists and turns than a pasta noodle...and one that will leave you questioning all you've come to believe.

Our story begins with a young man who had just moved into his new apartment. He was a man with needs, and a friend who played World of Warcraft. He was also a man who was a bit short on cash, and thus was trying to find whatever means he could to save a bit of money. Upon his arrival to his new domicile, he discovered that the Internet offer that lay before him was of dubious quality. But feeling the need to get online, and with a bit of prodding form his WoW'ed friend, he went ahead with it.

But in a fateful trip to the Bestest of Buys, he and the third apartmentee learned of an alternative plan. It was a fantastic plan, full of 3MB lollipops and $100 rebate gumdrops. They were in need of a wireless router anyway, so our hero spoke with his co-rentees and determined that the new plan would be for the better.

Lo, but not all was right in the world for our seeker of Webtime. For after spending more than $200 on the appropriate equipment, he was told that all was not as it seemed. Though the new plan came with faster connections, and the promise of much refunding...the sellers at this Bestest of Buys had not been correct (or quite possibly truthful). As he spoke with the new ISP, he learned of this betrayal. For he was not a customer of the current ISP, and as such would be unable to self-install the new service. Furthermore, because of his location, it was quite possible he could not recieve said service to begin with.

With $200 of possibly worthless equipment before him...and the fear of non-Internet boiling in his veins, our hero set out on a noble quest to find the truth. What began as an innocent call to his new ISP turned into a marathon of Customer Service hotlines. Reaching such sites as Rochester, Texas, and Nova Scotia, our hero finally came to a realization. Living in an apartment is a dire pain to his hindquarters.

Three hours and two cell-phone charges later, the disheartened lad learned that he wouldn't know the truth until the following Tuesday, when he would be called back by the Customer Relations Team of this Bestest of Buys. Until then, he would remain in Internet limbo...with his WoW'ed friend and his own impatience eating at him. As well as that $200 tab.

But that, for now, is the end of our story. For it is only Monday, and the fateful call has not been recieved. So we, as with our hero, must wait for the answers to come. And hopefully, in time, we will know the fate of our poor poor Internetee.