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| Stephen | Oct 31 2007, 03:19 PM Post #1 |
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Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.
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First up: #timster: The Well The inner streets of Tokyo, the circuit board of the east. Darkness seemed not to change the lifelessness of the streets, eliminating the stars. Neon Lights and Billboard TV screens lined the streets, lighting up the dark rainy sky. Flashing lights, subconsciously instructing the mindless Japanese citizens to spend money, earned through hours of labour, on Tokyo’s high end electronics. Thousands of Japanese clones were rushing around, all disappearing down different streets. Scaling the rooftops above, one of the hundreds of identical silver Japanese trains, a Shinkansen Bullet Train, was pulling into Tokyo Main Street Station. Thousands of people departed and headed down to street level. Unknown to them, one was being followed. Jonathan waited on at a crossing on Muromachi Street with dozens of other people for the light to turn green. This was the perfect place for a pickpocket as there were so many bustling people, it was impossible to tell if it was your wallet that had just been stolen. On a good night, Jonathan could steal as many as 30 wallets. As the light turned green, he took a final wallet, before heading down Nihonbashi street. It was here that the infamous photos of the neon signs were taken and the rich computer firms and banks had their headquarters. As he passed a small alley beside Dell Japan's Headquarters he heard a faint crackling noise. Doubling back to see what the noise was, he could see a grey box, that looked somewhat like a power transformer. It appeared to be the source of the noise, but as he was about to leave, he saw that it was leaking a florescent orange and blue gas, which appeared to be sparking as it rose up. Unsure of what this was, he decided to ignore the freak phenomenon and carry on walking home. Nearing his apartment on the outskirts of the Nihonbashi district, he unlocked the front door and pressed the call button on the lift. When it did not glow to show he had pressed it, he tried again before realising that it must be out of order. He took to the stairs and continued to climb to the 8th floor. He entered his apartment, number 8-014, and checked his messages on IRC as he always did before he look how much money he had collected. The screen was displaying: [09:46] [Info] Looking for server irc.freenode.com:6667... [09:46] [Info] Server not found. Weird he thought, he had no connection problems before now. He checked back in his logs to see how long he had been disconnected. [02:31] <TFMF> I'm going out, bbl. [11:52] <TimS> Hey everyone ![]() [11:53] <gladstone> Tim! [11:57] <ElementAlchemist> Tim ![]() [12:00] <Brandon> We are all here, It is time... [12:00] [info] You(TFMF) have been disconnected from server. He quickly tried to bring up the IFS home page, and found that his internet connection had gone down. He pulled his PC from the wall to check if the Ethernet cable had come loose. It looked as if it was inserted in the back just fine. He wiggled it to see if it was loose and emitted a shower of sparks and a orange and blue gas, like he had seen earlier. This gas was now leaking out the Ethernet port in his modem. As it rose up the gas covered Jonathans hand. He tried to pull his hand away but the gas seemed to be gripping on to his hand. It gas sent sparks down his arm, drawing him closer to the modem, he felt as if he was being sucked forwards. the gas was expanding rapidly now and heading towards his face. He tried to pull away but it griped on to him and shot up his nose and through his mouth. It slowly filled his lungs and everything seemed to be gradually turn blue and orange. The colours hurt his eyes, like when you wear the 3D glasses. He could no longer breath and collapsed over the modem. He woke with a start. At first he thought it had just been a dream, but he realised he was on a cold hard floor. This wasn't his floor either, it was orange. “Welcome to your computer” said a deep voice. It appeared to be coming from the walls, which were also orange. “Or should I say, My computer!”. “Who are you?” Jonathan yelled at the walls. “Where am I?”. “I am Brandon, and you are inside Zetaboards!”. Jonathan, or TFMF as he was known here here was confused. “When I coded Zetaboards,” Brandon explained” the system resources needed by it were huge. There wasn't a single computer in the world that was capable of running out servers. Zetaboards was released tonight at 12:00, and the only way to generate the resources needed was to harness processing power from else where. I infiltrated the Freenode IRC server, and spread a virus to take over every computer connected to it. I got lucky, an employee from inside Dells Headquarters was using IRC at the time. I now have over 1 billion Megahertz of processing power!” Jonathan was confused, “Why I am here?”. “I couldn't let people disconnect, so I spread a virus that mutated into a human virus and captured the souls of anyone who got too close to the modems!” Jonathan realised that he had to get out, he had to escape. He noticed four blue doors at the other end of the hall. They were labelled Zetaboards network, Support section, Community Forums and Staff area. He opened the Community Forums to find a green field, with hundreds of people talking to each other. Each one had a similar shirt on. He looked down and realised he did as well. It read TFMF – 2561. He approached the girl whose shirt was a different colour and said Nicola 1737 and said “Are you stuck here too”. She wasn't moving, but her shirt changed to 1738 and she suddenly said “What are you on about?”. “Did you get absorbed by the gas?” TFMF replied. Her shirt changed to 1739 and she said “What? This is off topic, this is not the support section.” Confused, TFMF went back to the first room he was in, he opened the door labelled Zetaboards Network, but it was just a load of people in different coloured shirts sitting behind desks. He decided to try the door labelled staff. When he had been on the Zetaboards website, he had never seen this before. He expected the door to be locked, but it wasn't. He went in, and found himself on a rocky surface. When he looked around everything was dark and he could see what looked like the earth, floating in the sky. He looked along the ground and saw a trap door in the rocky ground. He opened it and slipped inside. There was a sign hanging in the corridor and it read MOONBASE. Could this be the secret lair of Zetaboards? Maybe he could find a way out or controlls for the virus. He passed a few doors that lead to offices labelled, Documentation Staff and ZB Support Staff, but carried on. The further he got, the darker the lighting became. As he approached the end he could see a door twice his hight, made of solid wood. He pushed the door open and wondered why no doors around here were locked. He found a monitor saying Virus Controls. He found the disconnect from Freenode button but wondered if he would get stuck in his computer. He could see no other way of stopping the virus. As he was about to click the button, the door burst open and in walked a man with a red shirt on, reading Brandon – 21084. “I see you have found out that there are no locked doors here. Its what I call a 'Bug' in my programming, but no worries, ill just send you somewhere you will never escape!” Brandon lunged forward with a huge stamp that had appeared out of nowhere, it struck Jonathan in the chest and burned straight through his shirt onto his skin. Brandon pulled away and Jonathan realised that the word BANNED had been stamped on his chest. Flames erupted from the ground around him and he felt a searing pain all over his skin. The walls of the moonbase disappeared around him and he felt his skin start to blister with the heat. All of sudden, the fire disappeared and he started to fall. Around him, he saw bricks start to form in circles, into a sort of well. All of a sudden, he hit the bottom of the well, and his feet erupted into splinters. He screamed out in pain, and realised he had landed on something. They appeared to be skeletons, all wearing black shirts. He read some of the names: Motley, Pepsicoke, ElementalAlchemist, they were all here. He was lying on thousands of people, all with burn marks across their shirts. There was no way out now, he just had to wait amongst the smell of rotting flesh till he became the newest skeleton in the well of the banned. |
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| Stephen | Oct 31 2007, 03:22 PM Post #2 |
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Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.
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Gladstone: The two men in pressurised suits moved as swiftly as they could in the low gravity. The leader of the pair, taller and older, looked up to see the Earth rising, they were getting closer to the facility now, and thoughts of their mission plagued his mind. The pair snuck closer to the building. There were no signs of life on the outside, and very few windows. They soon found what appeared to be an airlock. The taller, older man of the two withdrew a PDA from a pocket, and attached it to the data port next to the door control system. The door slid open to the side, and the two men stepped inside. The door closed behind them, and a robotic voice announced the area had been re-pressurised. The men removed their helmets, and clipped them to the side of their suits. As they looked ahead of them they were met by a long pentagonal shaped corridor, the walls comprised of a constant metal covering, with strip lighting on the ceiling. The tall man led them along, cautiously, towards the door at the other end. The man’s accomplice swung open the door and the two men stepped through, and were now in what appeared to be some sort of atrium. There were two rows of square columns either side of where they were standing, and the ceiling was high, it was dimly lit by small lamps on the walls. Then, all of a sudden, a cloaked figure, well over seven feet tall, appeared several meters directly in front of them. The men started in fright, and instinctively drew their pistols and took aim. “Isn’t this delightful,” spoke the figure, amused. “We haven’t had visitors for a very, long time.” “Put your hands above your head and get on your knees”, snarled the men. “How rude, we haven’t been properly introduced yet,” replied the figure, curling his lip. The tall man spoke, “Agent Kedalsky, dispose of this man.” The other man fired, several bullets pierced the figure’s chest, and he crumpled to the ground. “Let’s move”, the men walked forwards, the leader relaxed his weapon and they passed the now lead filled body, for some reason he found it hard to focus on its face. They walked on, noticing three doors at the other end of the hall. With a bang, the lights were extinguished and the hall was thrown into darkness. The men span around, quickly igniting the torches on their guns. Their lights illuminated the hall. “He’s gone!” panicked Kedalsky. The other man looked down at the spot where they had shot the man, his body was gone. “We shot him, he was dead, you saw”, he stuttered. The men began to inch forwards scanning around with their weapons raised. Something hit them from behind, the commander fell to his side, losing his grip on his gun. Kedalsky was nowhere to be seen. The commander looked around and his illuminated weapon a few metres away from him. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed it. Breathing heavily he listened, but heard nothing. After 5 minutes he plucked up the courage to move towards the end of the hall again, and towards the first door on the right. Checking behind him again, he tried to open the door, but it was locked. He moved onto the next door, in the middle, but as he did, he heard heavy footsteps behind him in the Hall. He span around, weapon raised, poised to fire. But he saw nothing. He scanned with his torched down the hall, the footsteps were getting louder now, but he saw nothing. Shaking, he put his free hand behind his back to open the middle door, but to no avail, it wouldn’t budge either. He almost ran along to the last door, his gun still raised and the torch illuminating down the chamber. He moved to try this door handle, but he was stopped the presence of a new shape. The man tried to distinguish what it was but the torch light wasn’t bright enough. He moved slowly towards it, and slowly the body of Agent Kedalsky revealed, but he was floating in mid air, his head flopped uselessly to one side. “A..a..agent?” Asked the man. “Hello Commander Leonard”, spoke the body, yet it was not Agent Kedalsky’s voice, and his mouth definitely did not move. It was the voice of the cloaked figure. Instantly, Kedalsky’s body was thrown to the side like a ragdoll, and the mysterious figure revealed himself. Commander Leonard ran backwards, towards the last door. “You can run but you’ll never leave this place alive”, Shouted the cloaked figure. Leonard slammed against the wall, and wrenched open the door, he ran on through another corridor, taking a door on the right and then a left, and finally stopped. Gasping for breath he slid down the wall and sat on the floor, only then did he think he could have barricaded the door exiting the Atrium. What did it matter anyway, he wondered - the man could escape death; he could probably have opened the door anyway. The Commander stood up, and looked down the hall way, this one was almost identical to the others he’d been through. He needed to find the mainframe, as that was the goal of his mission. This corridor only had one door at the end, but reluctant to go back, he moved forwards. The door opened with ease. Leonard found himself in a Hall similar to one he was in with the crazed figure. For a moment he thought it was the same one, and he had gone in a circle, but this one was different. There will still pillars, but they supported two balconies either side of the hall. Directly ahead was a glass wall, and visible through it was the mainframe. At last, Cmdr. Leonard thought to himself, he removed the portable storage device he brought with him to transfer across the source code for some new advanced communications software known by the name Zetaboards. “It was a grave mistake to come here”, spoke a voice, above him somewhere. Leonard looked up, and split over the balcony to his right and left, were 21 hooded figures. He raised his pistol, but it was pointless, there were too many of them to do anything. He dropped it to the floor, in the hope they would show mercy. “What now?” asked the Commander, “No-one attempts to steal the Zetaboards source code and gets away with it” Leonard spun around; it was the cloaked man, behind him. A dagger entered his chest. |
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| Stephen | Oct 31 2007, 03:28 PM Post #3 |
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Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.
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Lasly, TFMF: Stanley takes over the World He had just got home from college. He ran up to his room, dumped his rucksack on the floor and turned towards his computer. To his surprise, his computer was powered on, and he was logged in. ‘Gah! Stupid brother’s been on it again’ he thought. As he sat down at his desk and studied the computer screen, he noticed, to his horror, that Internet Explorer was open, and a site he did not recognise was on the screen, at least, not at first, anyway. “InvisionFree?” he pondered. He had heard of the site, but had never really used it, and he had no idea why it was open now. As he studied the screen, he jumped suddenly as his mother burst into his room. “Ah, Mark, you’re home. I’m just off to pick up your brother. He was at a sleep over last night and they went fishing today. Hmm…better bring some towels. Anyway, need anything while I’m out?” His mother asked. Mark thought for a moment. ‘Then who was on my computer?’ “Mark?” She asked again. “Oh, erm, no thanks.” He said. “By the way, did you touch my computer today?” Mark’s mother gave a puzzled look. “Oh, please. I barely know how to turn the thing on.” She replied. “Anyway, I have to leave now or your brother will start calling. I’ll probably be back in about an hour; I’ll have my mobile if you need me.” She left the room and walked downstairs. Mark listened as she left the house and drove off down the road. His mind turned back to his computer screen. As he studied the screen more carefully, he realised he was looking at a specific topic posted on an InvisionFree board. There was only 1 post, which simply read: “Server 13 is experiencing heavy load problems, and as a result, some users might have problems accessing their boards on s13. Sorry for the inconvenience. ~ Stanley” This meant nothing to Mark, so he decided to simply close Internet Explorer. He had some homework to do, so he went over to his rucksack, and got out one of his textbooks. As he carried the book over to his desk, he flicked through the pages trying to find his assigned chapter to read. As he searched, a small piece of paper fell out of the book, and fluttered to the ground. He stared at the piece of paper, very confused. Looking up at him in bold, red letters were 3 characters. s13. ‘Someone’s having a laugh’ he thought.’ He took the bit of paper, scrunched it up and threw it away. Sitting back down with his textbook, he tried to forget the strange coincidence, and tried to focus his mind back on his homework. Just as he was about to start reading, he was startled with the sound of his mobile phone vibrating on the desk. ‘New text received...’ Mark immediately thought this would be related to the s13 joke he seemed to have fallen in to, so he was quite surprised when he read it. “See you at Westfield park, 4:30. Sender: Stanley.” ‘Stanley?’ he thought. He knew nobody by that name, but then he thought of the post he had read. ‘naaa, it couldn’t be.’ He thought for a moment. He had guessed someone was playing a practical joke on him. Despite the risks, Westfield Park was only just down the road from his house, and he was quite intrigued by this game, so he decided to make his way there. The sun was setting as Mark entered the park. There were few people about, but Mark remained on guard as he walked slowly along the path, unsure of who’d be round the next corner… He made his way to the centre of the park, giving him a good view of the surroundings. He waited by a tree and began looking around for anything suspicious. While he waited, a young woman appeared from behind him; she looked equally as confused as he was. She was looking all around the park, as if she was searching for someone… After a brief moment, the woman turned to Mark. “Do you happen to have the time?” she said. Mark glanced at his watch. “Just coming up on 4:30” he replied. The girl turned back. She looked worried. “Something wrong?” Mark asked. The woman seemed to hesitate. She almost looked scared now. “No…well…not really…” She sighed as she moved closer to Mark. “Stanley?” she whispered, hoping the name would trigger some kind of response. Mark stared in to the woman’s eyes for several seconds. Before he could reply, they were interrupted when something thudded to the ground in front of them. It was a newspaper. They both looked all around, but they couldn’t see who threw it. Mark slowly bent down to pick it up. As he unfolded the paper, his jaw dropped. The headline read: “COW CONTROLS COUNTRY!” Below was an oddly placed image of a cow. They both stared, wide-eyed as they read the caption. “Pictured: Stanley the cow in Westminster today after seizing control of the country.” Needless to say, it took the two of them a few moments to digest the information. Mark continued to read the story. “Erm….we might want to move…” the woman said to Mark. Unfortunately, Mark was concentrating on reading the paper. She nudged Mark. Mark was still reading. “I really think we should move” The woman kept trying to get Mark’s attention. Eventually, Mark turned to the woman, who was looking forward, concerned. Mark turned to see what she was looking at. Standing several meters in front and staring right at them ….was a cow. “Stanley???” Mark blurted. The cow began slowly moving towards the two of them. They started walking backwards. The cow kept following. The cow gradually got faster and was closing in on them. Mark turned around to start running and get out of the park. He stopped dead in his tracks. The woman turned round too to see what the problem was. She soon found out. There, blocking the exit to the park, was a line of cows, all of them staring at the two strangers. Mark turned back round to try and run the other way, but as he ran, he saw another line of cows blocking the other exit. Suddenly, he was surrounded. The young woman was no where to be seen now. All of the cows began to move in on him. Closer and closer, getting faster and faster until eventually it became a stampede towards him. Mark fell to the ground to protect himself as the army of hooves roared overhead. It was roughly 4:30am. Mark jumped up. He was breathing heavily, but he gave a sigh of relief. It was a dream... He thought to himself. His breathing steadied, and he got out of bed. He needed a drink of water. As he made his way to the door, he stepped on something. It was a piece of paper. He bent down to pick it up. He unravelled the crumpled paper to reveal something rather disturbing.... The letters s13. |
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| Stanley | Oct 31 2007, 04:15 PM Post #4 |
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These stories are not even mildly frightening to me, for I am Stanley. Supreme ruler of the universe. Moo. |
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| Stephen | Oct 31 2007, 04:21 PM Post #5 |
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Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.
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And lastly, my untitled story of murder: Canada: It was a relatively quiet night for Ben. His parents were out and he sat on his computer logged into Invisionfree. He typed up his latest e-mail to yet another banned member and clicked send. With a sigh, Ben settled back in his chair and began looking through his personal messages. He ignored the first two, as they were asking for support. The third, however, caught his attention. The subject of the PM was rather strange: “I’m coming for you.” Wondering what he could have done this time to annoy yet another disgruntled member of Invisionfree Support, Ben opened the message. The message was rather, short only two words long: “Turn Around.” Startled by this, Ben slowly swiveled around in his chair. Then he screamed. Maryland, USA, 2 days later: “Ben as well,” Brian’s voice said over the phone. “This confirms it. Someone is after the staff.” Brandon, owner of Invisionfree, listened intently to his brother. His Community Admin Ben had been discovered murdered in his home in Canada just this morning, the latest staff member found dead. That made eight: Scotty, Potter, Dale, Pete, Dennis, Aaron, Jory and now Ben. Christina, a Community Moderator on the board, reported that she hadnarrowly avoided death herself. She was currently driving toward Brandon’s campus. “We have to warn the others,” Brian said, penetrating Brandon’s thoughts. “I agree. How soon can you get here?” asked Brandon. “I’m leaving now. I’ll be there tonight.” Connecticut, USA: Stephen finished packing his car and got in. After reading the message from Brandon, he had sent a copy to the local police as well as the campus police. He had planned on staying, thinking he was safe on campus. Last night however, he learned that the killer could reach him. Working late at the game room, Stephen could barely keep his eyes open. When someone walked in, he figured it was just another person to play pool. Without even looking up, Stephen had gotten up from his chair and proceeded to give the person the pool balls. As soon as he looked up, he gasped… and then he threw the pool balls at the knife wielding figure and ran down the hall, grabbing his cell phone from his pocket. Campus police arrived at once and could find no sign of the killer. Determined not to take any more chances, Stephen had packed his suitcase and belongings that night. He hadn’t slept since. The drive to Maryland would take several hours, but no flights were available until the evening. Determined not to wait any longer, Stephen had packed the car and headed out. The UK: “See you, Rory!” Rory waved to his friends and headed into his home. He headed upstairs toward his bedroom and turned on his computer. Once on, he logged into Invisionfree Support and checked his personal messages. 2 in particular caught his eye. Rory immediately opened the first one--from Brandon, of all people--with the subject marked “URGENT!” Rory had had a little too much to drink and so he wondered if perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him. Still, he opened the message: To All Invisionfree staff, In the past few days, I’ve received reports that several of our staff have been found dead in their homes. They’ve all been murdered. After Ben’s death last night, it is clear this killer has a grudge against all of us. I therefore urge you all to come to Maryland where we will gather and defeat this threat. Do not linger. Get on a flight immediately. Above all else, stay out in public. This killer has managed to get all the staff alone. Only Christina has managed to escape so far as we know. I realize this sounds preposterous, but your fellow staff are dead and you could be next. Please take this threat seriously and hurry! Rory finished reading the message, now fully convinced he was losing it. “That’s the last time I read messages after drinking that much,” Rory mumbled. Getting up for his chair, Rory proceeded to get ready for bed. Unbeknownst to Rory a dark figure silently crept up behind him and withdrew a knife. Rory turned around to get into the bed and gasped as he saw the figure. Before he could say anything, the figure plunged a knife into his right eye. "You stabbed me in the eye, yo! With a fricken' biro!" Rory cried. The killer remained silent and withdrew the knife from Rory’s eye and stabbed Rory again and again. Elsewhere in the UK: 1 day later “Please take this threat seriously and hurry!” Nicola read aloud. Nicola’s eyes shifted from the message to today’s newspaper. The headline read: “Teen found stabbed to death” As she reread the article again unable to believe what happened “20 year old Rory Franklin was found stabbed to death in his home late last night.” Nicola stopped reading the article and threw the paper in her suitcase, slamming it shut. Grabbing her laptop as well, she proceeded out of the room and headed to her car. Nicola already regretted not leaving earlier, but she hadn’t thought Brandon’s threat was real. It was simply preposterous. Why would anyone want to murder the staff? She was frightened and so she had called the airport first thing this morning and booked the first flight she could get which was at 9pm. It was 6 now. Frantically, she packed her car and got in. Nicola put the car into drive and began heading to the airport. As she approached the stop sign, her foot moved to the brake pedal. Nicola pressed down on the pedal and discovered to her horror, that the car didn’t slow. She stepped on the pedal again and again--nothing. The killer had cut her brakes. Nicola could only watch as her car flew past the stop sign and into traffic. Amidst the horns, she was surprised to find herself still alive. Had she been more in control, she might have noticed the cliff ahead and steered away from it. Unfortunately, recent events were too much for her, and she saw the gorge too late. Her car flew off the road and tumbled down the cliff, encasing Nicola in a steel tomb. Maryland later that evening: Brandon looked at the group gathered around him. Jay had just joined the group having narrowly escaped Rory and Nicola’s fate. Christina and Brian had arrived yesterday and Stephen had arrived earlier this afternoon. Hazel was on her way. Other then a few greetings, the group was quiet. It was unfortunate that this was the first time the staff all gathered publicly. The TV was on in the room, but no one seemed to pay any attention to it. All eyes were on Brandon. Before he could speak, however, Brian moved towards the TV and increased the volume “-plosion at the baggage area of the airport.” The new reporter was saying. Jay shook his head and said, “Hazel” Maryland: The Airport Immediately following the report, the staff went to the airport. When they arrived, Brian spoke with the police. The airport had been evacuated. The area where baggage had been was now a gaping hole of twisted metal and broken stone. The remains of suitcases were strewn across the rubble as well as bodies. One particularly charred body caught the attention of the staff. Brandon sighed and went to join his brother while the others absorbed the shock of this latest development. Brian finished his conversation and walked over. “It’s her.” “We know. What happened?” “No one’s quite sure. The baggage attendant is also dead along with several others.” Brandon took a look around. “This killer has grown bolder. He’ll do anything, even kill innocent bystanders now.” Brian nodded. Both of them were silent, but the silent thought passed between them: What do we do? Maryland, back at the college: Brian had informed the local police of the latest development while Brandon alerted campus police. His building was evacuated except for the staff. Despite offers of protective custody, Brandon and the others thought it best to stay in the building once it had been searched. Now back in the room, the staff discussed their options. “We’re sitting ducks if we stay here,” said Stephen. “We can’t hide though. This killer finds us everywhere.” Christina pointed out. “We need to defend ourselves,” Jay said. Brian said, “Weapons won’t do us much good right now. We need to discover the identity of the killer.” A voice behind the group rasped, “That won’t do you any good.” The remaining staff spun around to face their killer. “Why?” Christina asked. In answer, the killer lowered his hood and stared at the group. Five hearts skipped a beat. “You!” Stephen cried. “Yes. Me.” “But why?” Christina repeated. “Isn’t it obvious? Power. I wanted control of Invisionfree. You’ve all denied me a position on the staff for too long. I simply made a few . . . vacancies to help my chances.” Jay had heard enough. “Stanley, you murdered our friends. You will pay!” He lunged at the cow intending to strangle him. Stanley simply shifted to the side and let poor Jay plummet out the window in front of which Stanley had been standing. “Jay!” Christina cried. But it was too late. Brandon walked over to Stanley, apparently unfazed. “Well, you seem to have us at your mercy. If you want a staff position, it’s yours. I seem to need a new Community Administrator.” Brandon outstretched his hand. Stanley studied it for a moment. Stephen, Christina and Brian looked on puzzled. Part of them hoped Stanley would accept the offer. The other part hoped Brandon wasn’t serious. Stanley, apparently had finally made a decision and reached a hoof to Brandon’s hand. Brandon seized the hand firmly and smiled—which was scary enough in its own right. Stanley recoiled as volts of electricity flowed through his body. He attempted to withdraw his hand, but Brandon held on. After a few minutes, the room smelled of hamburger meat. Brandon released Stanley’s hoof and the cow fell to the ground with a thud. Brandon looked down at Stanley. “I always win.” |
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| Nicola-ZNS | Oct 31 2007, 04:35 PM Post #6 |
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Hmm hamburgers..... ^______^ Ignoring the fact that I am a good driver and I always pay attention (:P )..... ....Pretty funny, and scarily accurate in places :ph34r: |
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| Tim-ZNS | Oct 31 2007, 05:03 PM Post #7 |
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I used to be green.
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Brilliant Stephen ![]() I voted TFMF, because it was a great story. |
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| Loona | Oct 31 2007, 10:05 PM Post #8 |
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Flawgic Loless
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Mmm, I always thought we should've cooked up stanley for some 'burgers. ![]() Awesome stories, everyone.
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| Stephen | Nov 5 2007, 05:05 PM Post #9 |
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Twilight is upon me, and soon night must fall.
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I must say this was an interesting competition. The results were surprising as well The member pick for best story was TFMF The staff pick and the one that gets colors was #timster It just shows how different stories appeal to different people. I wonder if you guys liked this contest. Should we do it for another event? Should we do it next Halloween? |
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| Jonathan | Nov 5 2007, 05:10 PM Post #10 |
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Well done, Tim! ![]() I was also very surprised I got so many votes. Would be good to hold more competitions like this. Maybe a little more time would help get more entries. |
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| Tim-ZNS | Nov 5 2007, 05:23 PM Post #11 |
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I used to be green.
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Wow, thanks a lot Stephen =] Well done on the members vote TFMF, I still think yours and glastones were better than mine ![]() I would love to see more competitions like this, Time wasn't an issue for me, I did mine in a single 2 hour slot, but I can see why some people would want more. |
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| Pete B | Nov 5 2007, 05:44 PM Post #12 |
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More competitions like this please! Its good for the people who don't have a clue about graphics >.> |
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