What happened with David Walsh? His domain was stolen and we got it back. Sounds pretty mundane, but it’s such a crazy story it deserves its own promo code. As a matter of fact, it even made the evening news:
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THIS JUST IN…MORE INFORMATION: We’ve just received details from behind the scenes. When a domain is stolen, this is how the Name Ninja team handles the situation:
The David Walsh Incident
~ Zero Hour ~
A short dramatization by Owen Borseth
“Scott,” his wife was barely awake when she poked him in the side to rouse him. “It’s the phone.”
“The phone?” Scott looked at the clock with his eyes half opened. “Who the hell? At this hour? I’m not answering it.”
“I’m not answering it. Just go back to sleep.”
“It’s,” she paused. “It’s the red phone,” this time Scott sat up, fully awake.
The red phone could mean only one thing, there was a domain name emergency and Name.com operatives were springing into action. Scott rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his scruffy rust colored beard before picking up the handset, “this is Scott.”
“Scott,” the voice on the other end of the line greeted, “Paul here. We’ve got ourselves a situation. We need you in the war room, stat.”
The night air and the office temperature were not the only frigid things Scott felt when he stopped outside the war room’s door on that brisk early morn. The cold calculating eyes of Paul and the icy tight lipped expression on Bo’s face froze the room like a winter’s storm. The last time the red phone rang it had been summer, it was mid-afternoon, and the warmth of the day made the already heated situation that much more unbearable. Scott didn’t know which incident was worse, then with the heat or now with the cold. He removed his gloves so that he could type but left his coat zipped up, then stepped into the war room where his fellow operatives were waiting.
“It’s a dot name,” Bo’s eyes never left the monitor but the former marine was well aware of Scott’s arrival. “DavidWalsh.name”
Paul pushed his glasses up higher onto the bridge of his nose, “thirty seven tweets, one hundred ninety three re-tweets, and counting. It’s a real cluster…”
“Who are the players?” Scott interrupted.
“From GoDaddy to us and then from us to 1&1,” Paul replied.
“GoDaddy,” Scott’s voice seethed and his face reddened. “I don’t care what happens, we get David Walsh his domain back.”
Bo looked up from his monitor, “let’s round up our posse and get started then.”
“I’ll bring my laptop,” Scott declared before walking out of the room.
Bo stood up, “And I’ll bring my knife.”