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OK, Guys, I'm gonna try to update the Last Mod every Sunday from now on.. Make it a periodical thing. :) Thanks for understanding!
Ok, guys, I would just like you to know that this ending will be the "average" one. The best and worst ones are gonna be WAY better..
May 14th, 2008. Time: 6:30 PM (Tom)
It was cozy here. I always liked Starbucks--how it was always a busy place, and the aroma of coffee kept you up. I love how they provide those nice little chairs and overpriced coffee. But none of that mattered when I was finally with someone I know. When I saw Ramagi, all I could do was hug her, and I felt like never letting go. "It's so good to see you here. Hell, it's so good to see you period."
"Haha, tell me about it. So what made you want to meet up, other than Newgrounds?" I figured she would know--I kinda had that want to talk in my voice over the phone.
"Well.." I tried not to choke up. "Wade is dead."
A tension that wasn't there before suddenly filled the room. Her eyes started filling up with tears, and her voice was full of remorse. Exactly how I imagined it would look. "I'm so sorry."
"It's ok. Ross and I have been dealing with it. But now that you're here, we can finally piece together everything. We can save the internet, Newgrounds, and society. I'm sure the government will give us copious amounts of --"
"I wouldn't do it for the money, Tom." There was another awkward silence lasting about a minute.
"So what do you think we should do next?" Her answer was expected, and she even cracked a smile. "Well, I would like to meet Ross."
I took her to our hotel room, where Ross was waiting.
Or so I thought.
May 14th, 2008. Time: 7:00 PM (Ozcar)
I got it. I don't really know how, but I got it. I figured out everything--the virus, the 4 people involved in the internet "scandal," and where Tom and Ross were located. I was going 165 miles an hour on a rainy freeway, and from what I figured, it would be another 15 minutes to get to Tom. Nervous, I turned on the radio, which was singing "Danger" by Motley Crue.
How the fuck does the radio read my fucking mind, anyway?
Once I got there (my engine broke down just 2 blocks away. Fuck Ford) I ran faster than ever, banging on Ross's door. I was greeted in an odd way.
"OZCAR?" I didn't answer him, but merely shoved him aside and walked in.
"I'm fucking wet, lemme in before you talk, goddammit."
"But--"
"CLOSE THE GODDAMNED DOOR ROSS I'M FUCKING COLD." He shut it. Hard.
"What are you doi--"
"Got some shit to explain." And as I did, a punch went straight to my face.
I was out cold for 8 hours.
(Tom)
Just as Ramagi and I got to the hotel room, I was in shock at the response at the door. Ross opened it suddenly, eyes mad, with a gun to my face. "You motherFUCKER."
"What the Fu-"
"STOP IT, ROSS!"
He turned to Ramagi, suddenly, gun on her now. "Wanna die, bitch? HUH?"
"Don't even THINK of calling me that!"
We were at a standoff for what felt like an epiphany. Eventually, the gun went down, we took it, and quietly walked inside, finding Ozcar bloody on the floor.
"Ross, you have 30 seconds to explain."
And then I punched him out cold.
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Time and Date unknown. (Suntime)
It's all been a blur. Sitting in the unfamiliar room, hoping my new friend's ok.. No track of time.. All these thoughts going through my head.
"Hey there, Suntime! Boy, it's hot out." What I remember seeing is a young 16 year old some 7 years ago. Boy it's been so long since I've last seen him.
"HA! You're telling me!" It was a beach day, and all the hot girls from our school were just playing volleyball in 1 inch bikinis. Hey, if they get touched, I solely blame them for wanting it.
"Wanna go get some Ice Creamz?" He loved adding z's to his words. So dorky.
"Ha, why not? Sounds good." We walked over to an ice cream shop, where we both got the same flavors: a chocoberry mix. "So Forced-DJ, you gotten laid yet?"
"Lol quit rubbing it in. I swear, she doesn't want anything to do with me."
"Have you tried a move?"
"HAVE I?"
"Yeah, that was the question." He didn't answer it, nor laugh at my sarcasm. Instead, he changed the question.
"Have you heard of htis new thing on the internet? It's called Newgrounds. My girlfriend loves it. It's such a sick website."
"Hey, maybe she DOES like you."
"Hey, you know what? Fuck you."
And from there we just laughed and swam in the water. I had some fun pulling girls' bras off. Ahh good times.
I was snapped back by a firm voice. "Mr. Suntime?"
"Yeah?"
"Your friend's pulse is gone." I ran right past her and looked right into kdfsjljklgjfg's eyes.
She was only kidding.
What.
A.
Bitch.
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May 13th, 2008. Time: 3:12 PM. (Guess_Who)
After over a week, I've finally been able to find Ozcar and his location. I'd long given up on Newgrounds, as it was obvious I was The Last Mod. All the news reports, all the interviews, the time in custody.. It's good to be home. I'd found out a lot of things; the virus, the death of Wade, the attack on the Pentagon actually being two NGers. But nothing mattered except for getting to Ozcar.
Finding his location, I took the nearest flight to Boulder, Kansas. It's no wonder he went there; no one even lives there.
I still wish I knew where Tom and Ross were, and how they were taking it.
*Two hours later*
I knocked on the door of the creaky-looking motel. I guess it's true that mods aren't rich. Ozcar opened the door, and the first thing he said was:
"Oh, it's you."
"So you heard about all the recent events?"
"Yep."
And so, he let me into his shitty room, and we talked like I'd never talked to anyone before.
And the shit he told me was pretty damn weird.
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May 14th, 2008. Time: 12:01 AM (Suntime)
"I owe you guys my life. I'm so glad my car broke down in front of your house."
"Not to worry, my good man," said kdfsjljklgjfg. "Just drink this and relax. You can go ahead and sleep with the Prez here."
"Only after anal rape." The Prez, as his friend called him, then went and started watching the news, apparently focused on the scene at the Pentagon.
"So where are you from, kid?" He asked me. I didn't expect to be talked to, so my head shifted and snapped, and my hurt arm stung like 100 bees.
"I don't really know. I've been moving around all my life. I don't even know my birthplace,"
"I see." He glanced at the Prez again, then continued. "What happened to you before you got here?"
"Accident," I lied. He apparently sensed this, but said nothing. "Is there anything we should know, however?" He added. "Anything that might put us in danger? In the case a, you know . . . Accident happened?"
"HAHA, kdfsjljklgjfg, look at this," the Prez suddenly called out. "I mean it, come here."
"Mr. President, are you ok? What's up with you--this isn't like you." I could hear the sudden nervousness in kdfsjljklgjfg's voice.
What happened next, no one could explain. Mr. President's face contorted to show a massive grin from ear to ear, with eyes full of insanity. You could see pain in his eyes, so much so that it hurt to look. He quickly pulled out his gun, then, and fired it three times in rapid succession towards his seemingly good friend. It hit kdfsjljklgjfg square in the knee, the arm and the chest.
"MOTHERFUCKER," cried kdfsjljklgjfg, and with that he groaned in the same way you would while orgasming, although obviously not in the same context.
kdfsjljklgjfg could not have been more fortunate that day. Mr. President paid absolutely no attention to me, and I saw my opportunity. I jumped at him with my free hand, throwing the hot drink in the process. It hit him right in the eyes as he screamed. Gunshots rang in our ears, and it was apparent kdfsjljklgjfg was losing consciousness. I got up, took a bat nailed to the wall, pulled it out and swung it with one swooping motion.
Mr. President never made a sound again.
But his face never changed either, the image burned into my retina forever.
May 14th, 2008. Time: 2:33 AM. (Guess_Who)
"So Ozcar, lemme get this straight. Wade is dead, Tom and Ross are fucked, various Newgrounders are dying, and you and I are stuck here in this shitty motel room trying to figure out what to do next?"
"Sounds about right, Jack."
"Motherfucker." We'd both gotten kind of tired and depressed talking about this, but neither of us wanted to leave the other, for obvious reasons. My mind was still boggled, and I wasn't sure if we should try to find the Newgrounders or Tom. Logically, we would go to Tom, but the Newgrounders might have a bigger group. 'Where you gonna go?"
"I'll go find Tom. Shouldn't be too hard." Why was I not surprised? "You?"
"I'll go join the Newgrounders. Maybe pick up a gun and some tech equipment."
"Gonna be hard to find them, dontcha think?"
"Eh." I shrugged my shoulders. "God'll lead me to them."
"I'm athiest."
"It's cool."
We talked on a lighter note after that, mentioning the new movies and the latest games. Dreadfully, I left his side, and I was finally gonna be able to meet the Newgrounders.
In retrospect, I actually might have gone with Ozcar if I'd known what happened to him. I can never forgive myself for that.
May 14th, 2008. Time: 12:03 PM.
"Ramagi."
"Yes, Tom?"
"Thank god, you're the first mod to reply. What have you been doing?"
"Trying to find you."
"Well, I can't disclose my location at this point, but meet me at the Starbucks on K Ave."
"Done."
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OK, so I've decided to create three different endings from this point. I'll do the endings one at a time. Two will involve.. Well, I guess you'll find out.
May 14th, 2008. Time: 9:06 PM. (The-Evil-Bucket)
After the shutdown of Newgrounds, I decided to get away from it all. Didn't want to solve anything, didn't want to help. Just wanted to forget. Even though I had a pretty clear idea of who started the virus, I had to be sure. I was so close to figuring it out. I rode my motorcycle on the empty freeways, and kicked it up a notch.
That's when it happened.
I didn't see a large rock in the road, and my bike began to lose control. I jumped off of it immediately, and landed on my feet.
Cats always land on their feet, right? Well anyways, after that and a very loud sounding crash, I decided to walk. Didn't matter much to me. But that's when a guy slowed down and offered me a ride. Hell, why not, I thought? I hopped in.
"What's your name, dude?"
"Jack. I'm looking for some Newgrounders. You?"
I froze. It seemed like a sign, like I was supposed to help a fucking site. Well, what the hell, it makes life more interesting, right?
"The-Evil-Bucket. I'm also a Newgrounder. What's your account name?"
"Guess_who." Oh, great, the dick-head. "Glad you're here, the more the merrier."
From here, we began to talk about all that's good. I was still suspicious, though.
END OF PART FOUR. :)
May 13th, 2008. Time: 1:45 AM.
Fuck Newgrounds. Fuck the internet. Fuck technology overall. Even though I'm partially glad that society got what they deserved, it's still kinda hard for me to get used to living without my internet.
"Hey ReaperYami."
"What, Suntime?"
"Do you think it's right to feel the way I do?"
"Not this Bull again. We've been over this."
"I know, but lemme hear it one more time."
"Fuck you. Depending on me will only make you weaker. Do you know how much trouble we could get into just for even thinking about doing this, let alone actually pulling it off?"
"I know, but--"
"That's all you need to hear, then."
We were getting our guns ready; two M16's, silenced, Two deagles, a knife, a grapple, a smokescreen grenade for each of us, and a first aid kit and Kevlar. Thanks to technology, all this weighed only 15 pounds, minus the M-16. Not to mention the walkie-talkies you can get from a radioshack.
"You ready, Suntime?"
"As ever!" I said. Anxiety and excitement welled in my throat.
"OK, remember--you want to go into the pentagon through the listed course. If anything goes wrong, that's what your deagle is for. I'll be on the other side. I hope you can do your job so we can get to know more, for the sake of saving the economy."
"You sure the government can't do it themselves?"
"Positive. Let's go. You have 5 minutes."
I jumped headfirst into the air ventilation system. Following the instructions, I took the knife and cut every camera on the way down, as they happened to be right in front of me. I put my hands to the side so I would land down silently. But I didn't succeed.
"GUYS! WE HAVE AN INFILTRATION!"
"Shit," I thought. Well, I'd always wanted to do this. I pulled out my M-16 and, at the same time, used my knee to break the panel below me. I fell right into a generic-looking office. But who gives a shit? I just fired my ass off in every direction. computers exploded, bullets flew--the surprise attack didn't give them enough time to ready themselves. 10 were dead in a second. I also happened to be in the right place.
There was at least a Terrabyte of data on Newgrounds and the events happening so far. But only a single kilobyte of data on the virus. I knew I had to be fast. I took the kilobye through my flash drive and ran to the center room.
(ReaperYami)
My life is Newgrounds and Newgrounds is my life. At least, until lately. I haven't been the same since my computer was eaten from the inside out (literally) from that virus. Since then, I've been doing everything I can to get my life back.
Even this.
Waiting for that idiot Suntime felt like a fucking epiphany. What a fucking twat. He has no idea what his own opinions are--he's just a tool. A good one, but a tool nonetheless. Once I get the data from the virus, I'll kill him, as the boss ordered. Not like I care anyway. I put the knife in my left hand, hidden from him. And not a second too soon, because just then, he came. "Suntime--you got it?"
"Kinda."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN KINDA?!"
"Well, there was only one kilobyte in the database."
"...Are you FUCKING shitting me?"
"No!"
I couldn't be more angry right now. I'd never been this angry. "You know what, Suntime, just fucking die." I flipped out the knife and slashed him. I missed.
I threw it and pulled out my Deagle.
(Suntime)
I was totally expecting for him to be that pissed. I myself was pissed. Maybe that's why I was able to dodge the knife. I jumped behind a few desks as he started going trigger happy. I threw the smokescreen and crossed my fingers.
(ReaperYami)
Shit. Smokescreen. Forgot about that. And no knife either. Well, I had a good substitute. I brought out a weapon he didn't know about.
Flammable gas and a lighter.
I threw the can on the ground, locked the lighter into flame position, and busted for the exit.
I'm positive he didn't survive the blast.
May 13th, 2008. Time: 12:00 Sharp. (Mr. President)
After hearing about The-Dunce's and Forced-DJ's deaths, I became paranoid that someone was out to get me. I took a car for rent and drove all the way to Wyoming, where I told kdfsjljklgjfg to meet. I was sure no one lived in the house we were going to.
The drive was really, really boring. Just flatland all the way, and even a tumbleweed or two. I was listening to the radio until I heard Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up. I got rickrolled by the radio. Fuck that. I turned it off and drove in silence. The whole Pentagon incident also boggled my mind, but I set that aside for later.
I finally got to the house. It was small and cozy, with two bedrooms, one bathroom, and an awesome living room equipped with a flat-screen and an XBOX 360. The house was more like a modern cabin than a house. The funniest thing about the house, though, is that it was practically hidden from human eyes. There were mini trees all around the acre that the house was in, and there was no trail to find the house if you wanted to go look. To get in, you had to park your car in a hidden garage, which was cleverly disguised as a giant rock. I saw that I was the first to be there, as I was supposed to be. I then texted him and let him know that I would let him in when he got here.
I hoped we could learn everything that's been happening so far.
May 13th, 2008: Time: 1:02 PM
"Hey Ross," I said in the dark room, the only light being the lit cigarettes from our mouths and the glow of the computer screen. "Have you found Wade's location yet?"
"Not yet, Tom," He replied with a grimace. "Had any luck with the virus or finding Ozcar?"
"I did find Ozcar. He's currently in hiding. As for the virus, all I can say is that it's able to destroy all files. Obviously, that means antiviruses don't work." We knew the problem then. The people who wanted the virus were succeeding; especially after that Pentagon incident. We had to be able to recreate it, and hopefully be able to eat the other virus. But what did it look like? No one realized just how vital a factor that was. It was most likely ever changing, with a mind of it's own.
"HEY TOM." His eyes were so big, I thought they'd pop out of his sockets.
"What?"
"I see Wade. We have a video connection. And it's not looking good."
What I saw from there scarred me for life.
Wade was dead.
May 13th, 2008. Time: 2:31 PM
The last events have all been a blur to me. Yesterday feels like years ago. Wait, was it even yesterday? All of these thoughts were rushing through my head as I drove to a place I wasn't even sure existed.
I got out of the ventilation system and managed to see him, standing like he was king of the fucking world. I had readied my knife, as injured as I was, ready for battle. I ran straight at him as he turned around. "Hey, ReaperYami. You killed my father," I said, as I stabbed him in the kidney. Bloody and trying hard to breathe through the pain, he said:
"Wait, I didn't kill your father."
"Oh," I said, running out of things to say. "Well I just always wanted to say that."
"Do you know what I've always wanted to say, Suntime?"
"What?"
"You're fuckin dead." He fired the last bullet in his deagle, right into my left arm. The shock gave him time to get up and find a small but long bar of steel on the floor. And then the battle begun.
Trading hit after hit on the roof of the pentagon between a pole and a very sharp knife, we fought until I made my move. I threw the knife, and, like some cliche action movie, had it land right into his windpipe. He dropped, and died a slow and horrible death. Luckily for us, the lack of internet had the government coming ten minutes later than they should have. The rest was a blur.
As these thoughts were rushing through my head, I only hit the pedal faster, in the hopes I would get to where I wanted to go.
May 13th, 2008. Time: 3:07 PM
"So, Mr-President, did you get everything I've told you so far? About the deaths of The-Dunce and Forced-DJ, about the virus, and about Newgrounds?"
"Yeah, but I do have one question: Why did you need Forced-DJ to PM me?"
"It had to be done. I was still being watched ever since the incident."
"Well, at least now we know the what, where and when. All we need is the who, why and how."
"Yep."
"So what do we do next?" I just had to know.
"Well," kdfsjljklgjfg pondered for a moment. "Obviously, at this point, this awesome base you showed me will keep us safe until we can think of something. Maybe we should try to get more trustworthy NGers here?"
"Sounds like a plan." I smiled. "Oh, by the way, we do have internet, and it's IP address is encrypted. To add to that, it changes everytime we log on. We have a 2010 antivirus that's not supposed to be out yet, as well."
"Sweet. Where the fuck did you get all this stuff?"
"Oh, it's a friend's house I'm using. He actually gave it to me in his will before he died."
"I see." kdfsjljklgjfg got up and stretched. "I'll get started on searching my friends list."
"Ok. I'll check the news to see what's going on. Also, I get the top bunk."
"Fuck you."
If they hadn't been arguing about bunks, they might actually have heard Suntime's car break down just outside of the house..
END OF PART THREE.
And, also, this is where I will be taking a fresh set of characters, as there's only kdfsjljklgjfg, Suntime, Tom, Ross, and me. I'll be taking FIVE new ones. If you want to join, please place a basic description of your personality, and of course, say you want to join.
Thank you.
May 10th, 2008. Time: 6:32 PM.
The plan was working. The IP addresses of the mods were already shut down from the site, and Newgrounds's portal was falling apart. The virus was taking effect. The rumor of Ozcar dead should also help. Perfect.
"You know, you're not going to get too far with this," a voice from behind said. "I promise you, Tom and Ross will take you down."
"Yeah--if they could find me. And why do you care? Newgrounds has been dead since '06."
"If that was true, then why do you ca-" A slap across the face. "Pain means nothing to me."
Silence filled the room. It was a small one, with old marble and an armored door. "Just so you know, there was indeed someone who was close to finding out the problem. He's dead."
Anger filled Wade. Why do they persist? Let Tom and Ross take care of the fucking problem. They know the drill. "If you think they'll come to find me, then you're wrong."
"They don't have to."
"Then what the fuck is your plan?"
The silence pushed into the both of their ears. Suddenly, a laugh followed. "The shutdown of the internet."
May 10th, 2008. Time: 11:45 PM. (kdfsjljklgjfg)
10 minutes and counting before the virus hits Newgrounds. Perfect. It needed to be done. The virus is actually an antivirus effect--but of course, there's no way you can explain to the mods your own creation and have them believe you. Figuring out the problem was half the job--taking action is the finish. I realized that the IP addresses of the mods were indeed shut down and their accounts deleted.
Which is why I had to take action immediately.
5 minutes till. 4... 3... 2... 1... Suddenly, a message. "Error. Please try again."
And then it showed. A virus was already in Newgrounds, and it was at least 10 times more powerful than any antvirus I had ever seen. It explained everything--but it no longer mattered. Just looking through it for 10 seconds explained what it did. In fact, I only had 10 seconds.
We were fucked.
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May 11th, 2008. Time: 12:45 AM. (Mr-President)
I couldn't believe my eyes anymore. The rumors, the spammers, the portal shut down, the regulars leaving--it all happened so fast. A week. Newgrounds was on international news regularly now, and it's rumored that the government is looking into it. All the topics were being investigated heavily as well--in fact, there have been, at this point, 127 people arrested and turned in for investigation, according to the latest Fox News report. After a hiss of disgust, I turned the TV off. I went and checked my inbox, which had 4 new messages. 2 asked for a rating, 1 was spam, and 1 was from Forced-Dj.
"Hey Mr. President, what's up? Listen, I've got a big problem. kdfsjljklgjfg just told me that there's a virus on NG. I can't explain more than this until we speak confidentially. And, just so you know, I've also got information from Guess_Who that all the rumors are true; Wade is captured, Tom and Ross are on the run, and The-Dunce is dead. Ozcar, however, is unknown at this point. He's just disappeared. You can--"
The message just stopped there. I read it, re-read it, and then re-re-read it. I didn't even know Forced-Dj, but I did know kdfsjljklgjfg. Obviously, if he needed someone else to get the message to me, he must be being watched.
Or maybe this whole thing is a bull's ass.
Just as I thought that, a pac-man popped up onto my screen, and I saw it eating my files away, bit by bit, on my desktop. Mouth agape, throat dry, and hands shaking, I pulled up my Mcafee to stop it.
No luck.
As all I could do was watch a pac-man eat my computer from the inside out, I suddenly realized what was going on.
That must be the Newgrounds virus.
May 12th, 2008. Time: 5:04 PM. (Forced-Dj)
I waited and waited for Mr-Presiden'ts reply, but there was none. Then again, I'm not surprised--nothing's been going right all around the internet since Newgrounds has been falling. I felt like taking a walk around the park with my girlfriend, so I called her up. As expected, she was free for a while. I was pretty happy, since she was one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. She had some nice brown hair, a thin body, small but firm breasts, tan skin, and a perfect face complexion. She was 1/4 Asian and 3/4 European. The Asian showed in her body and the European showed on her face.
She was wearing a darker colored skirt with a white shirt. A tight one at that. We talked a bit, enjoying ourselves, while I kept thinking inevitably about Newgrounds and people trying to stop it. Naturally, the idea of 15 year olds trying to stop an unstoppable virus made me laugh to myself.
"What's up?"
"Just thinking about the whole virus thing."
She winced. "Yeah, I really heard about how bad that was. You think it'll be ok?"
I thought for a second. "Yeah, it'll be fine. The Government will take care of it for sure."
We continued walking until we found the ice-cream man. Well, the both of us have some sort of an Ice-cream fetish, so we both bought some Nestle chocolate crunch and found a bench to sit down on in the middle of the park, where nobody would see us. We finished our treats in raucous laughter, often chocking on the bits and pieces of nuts slithering down our throats. When we both finished, and pointing out where all the leftover ice-cream was, we went to my house.
Well, I'm sure you guys know what happened next. She jumped onto my new Queen-size bed, and spread her legs out, beckoning me to her. Well, naturally, who the fuck would want to resist? Excuse my pun. I gladly placed myself on top of her, as we made out for a bit. She then reached for my pants and started unbuttoning them. I followed suit, but she got mine off first, and then turned me over. She ripped off my boxers with one swift stroke, and started sucking on my rock-hard cock. I tore her tight shirt in two, which exposed her bra, which I also ripped off.
"What is it with all this ripping?"
"I have no idea."
I continued massaging her breasts as she massaged my cock, and as I was half-way through climaxing, I tapped her to retreat. It was my turn. I flipped her over and pulled her pants down while sucking on her breasts like a new-born baby. I started massaging her clit for a good 30 seconds before I took of her underwear. Her moaning was only making me hornier. I started fingering rapidly with some muffdiving. I loved her shaved vagina. Just as I began the muffdiving, she orgasmed in my face. I waited for her to cum again before I got my end of the deal. After 2 minutes, which was all it took, I saw that she was ready. I grabbed her by the waist, and started rapidly pumping into her vagina. Her moaning was constant now, and she was moving to the rhythm of my cock. I stopped suddenly, and flipped her over for doggy style. I was barely able to hold it in. I pulled out and flipped her over one last time, where I cummed all over her face.
It was a good day.
But it didn't last long.
5 hours later, about an hour after she left, there was a knock on my door loud enough to wake me up from my slumber. Slightly groggy, I went to open the door.
"Hey, you're --"
A single bang and a thud was the last sound that ever came from that house.
END OF PART TWO.
I did this a while ago, and for some reason I just stopped. Comment please, and constructive criticism would be appreciated. I might get motivation to continue. ;) I am also aware that the redesign has already taken place. Please bare with me on this.
*Please note that the actions used by the people here are used only for the story and do not reflect opinions and actions of the real-life people whatsoever.*
May 1st, 2008. Time: 3:34 PM.
Tom and Wade Fulp had finally come out with the new look, and it was definitely worth the wait. Topics launched everywhere, showing the amazement and awe that filled the BBS. That day was the day the most BBS users ever came on Newgrounds-an astonishing 7,000 users with 60,000 posts. I was, of course, one of the people who posted a lot that day. However, what no one really realized, was that there was only one mod on, locking a few topics like these. And those were the light ones. The only mod on, as a matter of fact, was the newest one, who went by the name of Guess_Who? Some called him Ozcar II, some called him Ramagi's bitch, and the n00bs called him Guess_What? He easily made a name for himself, and, of course, Ozcar and Ramagi didn't like him, since he was such a copycat, they claim. Naturally, I didn't like him either.
May 1st, 2008. Time: 7: 55 PM.
Some four fucking hours of banning, locking and deleting, and I was getting tired of it. People don't really comprehend the fact of why a mod gets mean. Nor do they even think about it, especially not in this cesspool of shit. I was getting really pissed. Where in hell's name was Ozcar and BigBadRon? Why am I the only mod? I guess this is what happens when you're new and have some connections. As I was spacing out (banning gets boring after the 600th time) my Norton pulled up a full scan. I felt like stopping it, but realizing what I was about to do I let it go and I decided to take a break. I guess that Guess_What? as the n00bs call me will have to take a break. The alts can deal with the shit. Just as I was going to get my fat-ass off my chair, I received an e-mail. The subject: "7 inch enlargement!" But it was from Tom. I then realized what he meant: IE7. No one uses that, but I shrugged it off and clicked on the e-mail anyway. All it showed was a link to Newgrounds. I whipped out my 7 inch enlargement and put in the link.
*Earlier* May 1st, 2008. Time: 6:32 PM.
Why are there no people on Newgrounds, and why can't I use MF or Opera, but IE7 works? What also doesn't make sense is that there are people here who haven't signed on since 2001, and all the mods are here. Strangest of all is that this is the launch of the new design! This was all starting to piss me off. I continued typing to everybody, and only the mods were replying, and the big ones at that.
"Ramagi, you too?"
"Yeah, Ozcar. Nothing is making sense to me either," she replied with disdain.
"Well, if you get an update, lemme know," I replied. I admired my new computer. It had no stupid-ass Norton on it. Just some Mcafee for now that came with my computer. I smirked and picked up some Gatorade AM to the side of me. AM my fucking ass. I chugged the whole thing, and of course, I could've sworn that it drove me crazy, because the very next second, when I tried to type in a message, this happened: This account does not exist, would you like to make a Grounds Gold account? REGISTER HERE! It had to be shitting me. Ozcar does not exist? Maybe it was just a bug on the server or maybe it was the AM I drank.
Or maybe it was really true.
In a panic, I rushed to my Yahoo account and tried to get to Tom. But I couldn't get there in time. My computer just shut down with the words "if you'd like to make a call, please try again." At this point, I had no idea what to do.
May 1st, 2008. Time: 11:42 PM.
What was Tom thinking?! Using IE7 was the worst idea anyone's ever had. Hell, just by clicking on it, I received 10 pieces of spyware-and then some. To add to that, when I finally got to Newgrounds (which by the way, wouldn't work unless I put in the www part. What a douche), no one was there. This was definitely odd, but why would Tom send that to me? I even tried to question him, but just as I tried, his AIM account signed off. I decided to investigate the Newgrounds on IE7, and something struck me as weird that I didn't notice at first; actually two things. One was the first topic on all the forums; they all implied some sort of reference name to mine. One was Guess_Who? Another was Guess_What? But they all had the same message: TANK. Which led me to my second find; the tank on the banner was clickable. Not just the banner as one link, but the tank as another. When I clicked it, I couldn't believe what I saw.
Ozcar was dead. After throwing up a couple times, I had one good question:
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
May 2nd, 2008. Time: 5:36 PM
Topic name: No More Mods?
Hey guyz umm I was wondering wtf is going on where are da mods? I even wish Guess_what was here now. What do you guyz think about this? Discuss. Post made by Imbetterdanjoo.
Reply: ForcedDJ. Time: 5:37 PM
Yeah I wish somebody was here to get rid of fuckers like you. And check your fucking spelling, it looks like a donkey shit all over the BBS.
I couldn't take anymore of this. The topics were all the same. "Hai guyz where r t3h modzorz?" and "Free porn sites here." Many of the people who'd been around Newgrounds had to leave because they couldn't take it anymore, and neither could I. I decided to check my PMs before I signed off, and of course, there were zero. Damn, ironically, Mr-President really isn't that popular on the BBS. I signed off and stretched as my chair creaked on me. After getting some refreshing feeling in my legs and arms, I decided to go get a Subway sandwich, since I'm 5'6 and 120 pounds. Hey, you can always lose more weight. After getting a footlong with everything on it, I walked back home. The 40 seconds of sun I had to endure walking to and from Subway was just too much.
Back at the cozy little apartment I had, I decided to re-log-in to my account (Hell, why did I even sign out?) and decided to continue posting insignificant posts that would hopefully wade away the people who thought they were able to destroy the BBS with their shitty posts. When I decided to get back to the general topic list, there was one topic that was pretty damn out of the blue, and it said: "Ozcar is dead." I clicked on it and started reading.
May 2nd, 2008. Time: 8:11 PM
Perched on the top of a bank building, I carefully observed my surroundings with the 75x magnification on my sniper. The land below was concrete with nothing walking on it. Seeing movement in one place, I zoomed closer. I fired and hit him right in the face. I searched for others. There were 32 people on the map, so why couldn't I find any? I soon realized why. Behind me was a single enemy with a knife, and because I couldn't see him, he managed to shank me once, that bastard. I countered with a quick spin-around and shot him with my Deagle twice. Replies of OMFG HAX HAX HAX were sent to me, and I got banned from the server a minute later. What queers. Who needs them anyway? I quit Counterstrike Source and decided to take a break. After destroying the Counter-Terrorists, I'd just about had enough. I shoved some more Gatorade AM in the hopes my new computer would miraculously come back to life. It didn't.
Stuck on my previous computer, I tried numerous times to get my Ozcar account back, but so far, to no avail. I went and made a new account by the name of OzcarII, but there was still nobody on. Why was I still the only one? I searched Newgrounds, and I decided to try going in on different browsers. Nothing worked. And Newgrounds took up a lot of my life. A tear came up into my eye as I smashed my monitor with my fist.
May 3rd, 2008. Time: 7:27 AM (The-Dunce)
I love Newgrounds. I love the jokes, the insults-even the noobs. As long as there aren't too many of them. That is when my limit is reached, and checking NG today was probably the biggest regret I've ever had. Once I saw the forums and what a shithole it has become, I checked my PMs. Nada. With not much else to do, I decided to check around Newgrounds to see what was going on. The first thing I noticed was something very, very odd: not only were there no mods on, but there was only one in the first place. I decided to check deeper into the system, drinking sips of Starbucks coffee, my favorite: MOCHA.
After an hour of whole-assed effort, I finally saw what I wanted to see: a series of IP addresses blocked from the site, which, now that I thought about it, might be the mods' IP addresses. Should I type it? I thought. No, not safe. Well, how about write it down? Yeah, that seems like a good idea to me.
I decided to write down what I knew. The IP addresses, the link to it, and I thought of the most ingenius hiding place. But after putting it there, I never got back to my computer. My heart suddenly slowed as I struggled for air.
I tried to reach the phone, but it seemed such a distance away as the blackness known as hell engulfed my thoughts and dreams.
*One week later* May 10th, 2008. Time: 4:43 AM. (Kdfsjljklgifg)
Life has been hard without Newgrounds. A full year of not using Newgrounds just so I would be able to get my account back. How insane is that? After being rejected by Ramagi and the others after doing the unspeakable, I switched to other forums to distract myself. I promised I wouldn't come back, and I didn't, with the exception of being drunk and possibly going in to lurk. But finally, I can get my account back, and I can once again live with Newgrounds in my life. I'm just personally glad that I was able to help them get the shit off the site! After eagerly typing a PM to Ozcar simply inputting the code (after making a new account) 051008KDFS, I was ready to send it. My hand was anxiously shaking as I put in the person I was sending it to, and sent it. However, something was odd, because I got this message: "I'm sorry, but the person you are trying to send to does not exist." What the fuck was Newgrounds talking about? I sent it to Evark, Poxpower, DarkArchon-No luck at all. Were they really deleted? I decided to bring back the old layout of Newgrounds-I had to see if the thing I created was causing this problem.
Unfortunately, the only way to see whether it's my fault or not is to reinstall it into the Newgrounds server.
END of part one. Let me know what you guys think. I'll also take parts. The people at the time were: Forced-Dj, The-Dunce, Suntime, kdfsjljklgjfg, and Reaperyami. I might just take a couple more people...