Hohoho man! I guess I'll start:

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ. She seemed to have stumbled into an unknown area that was themed as pigs.

He arrived at the empty offices, luckily no one had picked up extra hours this weekend. He never comes in on the weekend if he can avoid it, but things have become too weird. At least he had hesitated in one area and didn't allow the bots access to the admins. Just thinking about what could have happened made him cringe. He needed to focus on his goal of trying to salvage as many people as he could, even if it meant total loss of others. As long as the saved lives to lost lives ratio was better, he was satisfied.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ. She seemed to have stumbled into an unknown area that was themed as pigs.

He arrived at the empty offices, luckily no one had picked up extra hours this weekend. He never comes in on the weekend if he can avoid it, but things have become too weird. At least he had hesitated in one area and didn't allow the bots access to the admins. Just thinking about what could have happened made him cringe. He needed to focus on his goal of trying to salvage as many people as he could, even if it meant total loss of others. As long as the saved lives to lost lives ratio was better, he was satisfied. No one seemed to suspect that all the rapping, pictures and milk bowls being dumped were actually a way to select the ultimate member to be sacrificed to the bots. But it was likely better that way; that they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. *click* *click * *click* Paul closed all the niche fetish websites that were just taking up screen space on his work computer, time to get to work.

Paul stared at his screen and gave a rigorous sigh; this was going to be hell. Hupu was the first that caught his attention since he was posting everywhere but in the movie forum...yup, definitely got him, he thought. At the same time, how could he NOT see that freakishly black figure on the boards? Rose was more difficult to assess, was it bots or was she just sick again? Her frequent absences made her a harder one to peg. He then attempted to evaluate Greenday.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ. She seemed to have stumbled into an unknown area that was themed as pigs.

He arrived at the empty offices, luckily no one had picked up extra hours this weekend. He never comes in on the weekend if he can avoid it, but things have become too weird. At least he had hesitated in one area and didn't allow the bots access to the admins. Just thinking about what could have happened made him cringe. He needed to focus on his goal of trying to salvage as many people as he could, even if it meant total loss of others. As long as the saved lives to lost lives ratio was better, he was satisfied. No one seemed to suspect that all the rapping, pictures and milk bowls being dumped were actually a way to select the ultimate member to be sacrificed to the bots. But it was likely better that way; that they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. *click* *click * *click* Paul closed all the niche fetish websites that were just taking up screen space on his work computer, time to get to work.

Paul stared at his screen and gave a rigorous sigh; this was going to be hell. Hupu was the first that caught his attention since he was posting everywhere but in the movie forum...yup, definitely got him, he thought. At the same time, how could he NOT see that freakishly black figure on the boards? Rose was more difficult to assess, was it bots or was she just sick again? Her frequent absences made her a harder one to peg. He then attempted to evaluate Greenday. Everything seemed to be fairly normal surrounding him, if there had been any bot infection, damages appeared to be minimal. Paul leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes; it had become pretty late but he knew he couldn't stop. Certainly the bots didn't have time to reach one of the newest members, but sadly it was true Hot Cocoa was barely warm. :( It all just seemed like not a single person was uninfected, so he decided to try to focus on the cause rather than the results.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ. She seemed to have stumbled into an unknown area that was themed as pigs.

He arrived at the empty offices, luckily no one had picked up extra hours this weekend. He never comes in on the weekend if he can avoid it, but things have become too weird. At least he had hesitated in one area and didn't allow the bots access to the admins. Just thinking about what could have happened made him cringe. He needed to focus on his goal of trying to salvage as many people as he could, even if it meant total loss of others. As long as the saved lives to lost lives ratio was better, he was satisfied. No one seemed to suspect that all the rapping, pictures and milk bowls being dumped were actually a way to select the ultimate member to be sacrificed to the bots. But it was likely better that way; that they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. *click* *click * *click* Paul closed all the niche fetish websites that were just taking up screen space on his work computer, time to get to work.

Paul stared at his screen and gave a rigorous sigh; this was going to be hell. Hupu was the first that caught his attention since he was posting everywhere but in the movie forum...yup, definitely got him, he thought. At the same time, how could he NOT see that freakishly black figure on the boards? Rose was more difficult to assess, was it bots or was she just sick again? Her frequent absences made her a harder one to peg. He then attempted to evaluate Greenday. Everything seemed to be fairly normal surrounding him, if there had been any bot infection, damages appeared to be minimal. Paul leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes; it had become pretty late but he knew he couldn't stop. Certainly the bots didn't have time to reach one of the newest members, but sadly it was true Hot Cocoa was barely warm. It all just seemed like not a single person was uninfected, so he decided to try to focus on the cause rather than the results. He soon realized there was only one person who had the strength to take on the role of moderator and single-handedly defeat the bots attacking his friends at FE, Vernon of 2014!

Paul turned from his computer and picked up the phone. He flipped through his trusty rolodex and found Vernon's number.

He wasn't even supposed to be going in that day. Yet here he sat, on the train, just as he did every weekday morning. It was sad, really, how he sold his soul to The Man. Paul was a dedicated worker, but today the motivation was selfish, he had to figure out what was happening to all of his friends. It started with the disappearance and replacement of Vernon. The new Vern seemed like a good thing, at first. But then, things turned sour. People soon started to realize it was like he was being controlled from...an outside source. Sitting on the train was giving him time to think, yet he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. It had seemed innocent enough, giving the bots all that personal information about his friends. But looking back, he wasn't so sure. He figured it could only be an improvement on that Rito/Bito/Chicken fellow, but poor Leos, he didn't expect him to actually turn into Audrey II. I mean, he didn't expect this stuff to happen, but somehow he still felt guilty about it anyways. Every time Curtis or Boc sent another frantic message he knew someone else had fallen victim. The next he had heard of was JJ. She seemed to have stumbled into an unknown area that was themed as pigs.

He arrived at the empty offices, luckily no one had picked up extra hours this weekend. He never comes in on the weekend if he can avoid it, but things have become too weird. At least he had hesitated in one area and didn't allow the bots access to the admins. Just thinking about what could have happened made him cringe. He needed to focus on his goal of trying to salvage as many people as he could, even if it meant total loss of others. As long as the saved lives to lost lives ratio was better, he was satisfied. No one seemed to suspect that all the rapping, pictures and milk bowls being dumped were actually a way to select the ultimate member to be sacrificed to the bots. But it was likely better that way; that they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. *click* *click * *click* Paul closed all the niche fetish websites that were just taking up screen space on his work computer, time to get to work.

Paul stared at his screen and gave a rigorous sigh; this was going to be hell. Hupu was the first that caught his attention since he was posting everywhere but in the movie forum...yup, definitely got him, he thought. At the same time, how could he NOT see that freakishly black figure on the boards? Rose was more difficult to assess, was it bots or was she just sick again? Her frequent absences made her a harder one to peg. He then attempted to evaluate Greenday. Everything seemed to be fairly normal surrounding him, if there had been any bot infection, damages appeared to be minimal. Paul leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes; it had become pretty late but he knew he couldn't stop. Certainly the bots didn't have time to reach one of the newest members, but sadly it was true Hot Cocoa was barely warm. It all just seemed like not a single person was uninfected, so he decided to try to focus on the cause rather than the results. He soon realized there was only one person who had the strength to take on the role of moderator and single-handedly defeat the bots attacking his friends at FE, Vernon of 2014!

Paul turned from his computer and picked up the phone. He flipped through his trusty rolodex and found Vernon's number. Hopefully Vernon hadn't developed a weakness for bots since his new found love affair with The Burrito Box. He couldn't have prepared himself for what he was confronted with when the phone picked up on the other line.

I think we got this you guys lol

If they win because they fucked up I will be so mad.