This one is about a LAN party that we went to recently. There were nine of us (I think)

The Local Area Network

An indistinct growling sound intermittently made itself foreboding in an apprehensive way. Like a synthesized waterfall sound, indistinct and ever present. Kind of like static on the wrong channel. Unsure as to whether it was because the horses were invisible, equine ghosts, or whether there was another force working on the carriage, but in no doubt of the purpose of the occupants, the carriage growled it's way down the pine-shaded - gravel infused path. The gatekeeper turned the lever which set into motion the mechanics that would open the gate. The nine had started arriving. Black rubber clad spoke-free wheels rolled on to the gravel of the driveway and without a further sound (discounting the change in volume) the horseless carriage sped off to the rendezvous point.

From the midst of the serpentine labyrinth of Category 5 the information was dispersed. Their hardware plugged into the matrix of networking, the Nine started warmongering.