About Spoofs

[Blablob]

...and which story are you spoofing, exactly?

[MICrophone]

I don't think he's spoofing any story, is he?

[Blablob]

Probably not. I'll move it to its own topic.

[Blablob]

Runouw's Forums v2

Here's the thing. 

I find prologues incredibly boring. I don't see how people can expect me to write one, even though I'm going to spend the next 20 minutes writing one.

So I'm not giving you one. You may be curious as to exactly what city, country, planet, universe and plane of existance this story takes place in (hint: Mexico). Well I'm not going to tell you how this story takes place in a physical representation of what we know as the Internet, that was actually an entirely seperate dimension to begin with and was colonized and converted into data in a top-secret project that barely half a dozen people alive today still know about (MEXICO). Because that would require a prologue. 

And as we all know, I'm a Mexican.

By extension, I won't be telling you anything about any of the character's "mysteeerrioous" backgrounds, the concept of Linking, how one of them is actually an outsider and came to be inside the Internet through different means, the strange fact that one of these people is not actually who they say they are but are unaware of this fact themselves, nor our Big Bad villian's motivations, goals, and disconcerting secrets. Nope. 

What I can tell you though, is the title of this story. If you were disappointed by the previously mentioned lack of information on where this story takes place, you're in luck, because if you're smart enough, you can infer a part of these missing details just by looking at the title itself! Imagine that!

Well without further hepatit-

"HE'S ALREADY GOTTEN THROUGH THE BORDER PATROL, STOP HIM NOW!"

The preceeding shout was almost entirely drowned out by the blaring of the alarms that surrounded the scene. Security personell were rushing every which way in the ensuing chaos, more than half of them not even knowing where they were headed. Trying to establish order was most definitely an exercise in futility, but there were still several mofos attempting to do so. The reason being that the developing scene at hand was a crisis that they absolutely had to prevent. 

At first glance, looking at these facts, the guards, the alarms, the chasing of a single individual, would, to an outsider, seem to indicate accidental drug overdose or a similar incident. 

But this was in fact, the exact opposite. Nobody was breaking out; their faces were very clean. 

But they were breaking in, for reasons I'll only think of if people give me feedback.

The scene at hand was none other than the security department of one of the largest websites located within the Internet, Pornhub.com. The problem was, there was nothing particularly interesting about this site other than its enormous size and prominence in view-count. 

Which was exactly the point. Every site in the Internet had an ever important Data Core as its base, holding together all of the servers that made it up, the physical manifestation of these servers being of multiple platforms, varying in number from dozens to millions depending on the size of the site, and the core being what held them up. It was common knowledge that below the platforms and the Data Core which sustained them was a bottomless abyss, but at this point this was not relevant (but it will be if I ever feel like continuing this). What was, was that the Data Cores themselves contained an immense amount of LSD, making them the most valuable material in the cartel. 

Logically, this would make them a highly sought-after object. However, this was usually not the case, as every single site on the Internet had established nigh-impregnable defense upon its founding in order to prevent such an event. There was also a treaty signed that prevented such raids between sites. In fact, the scene at hand was the first ever Data Core jacking in recorded history. 

There was one other thing. A bigger site meant more servers, which meant more platforms, thus more acid needed to keep the site up. So it was quite rational that a bigger site would have and equally larger, more valuable Data Core. 

I think I mentioned this before, but Pornhub.com, the site currently being raided, was THE BIGGEST site on the Internet. 

"This is ridiculous! He's immediately stopping all of our advances with almost zero effort! One man should not be capable of-!"

Noooooom.

"This...this can't be...I'm not going to finish this sent-AAAAAAHH!"

It all happened in an instant. The intruder had reached his goal, the Data Core, and as soon as he had come in contact with it, he had gone, and the Data Core with him. 

No Data Core meant there was nothing holding up the millions of platforms that made up one of the largest sites on the Internet. 

It was quite a sight. Buildings, warehouses, living spaces, and lonely teens. Everything located on top of the millions of platforms. 

Everything fell.







Oh dear me, I'm sorry. In my previous statement about jumping right into the action, it seems I took it too literally. And what timing, right before I got to tell you the title. 

Yes, the title, which would of course be,

Attempt #40. 

/prologue end.    

[brandoprojectm]

It's called Hypocricital Humor, Blab. :>

And while this is definitely not the best spoof around(might have to do with there not being enough changes), it still gave me a good chuckle. Well dun.

[MICrophone]

Heh heh, that was a very good spoof Blab.