Post by bryan on Aug 18, 2012 20:00:28 GMT -5
WSW: 667sicle
667 and Kensicle
Kensicle loved it. Kensicle needed it. Ever since her eyes first fell on the glorious site, she knew she must have it all to herself. How could this be so though?
She tried to navigate her way through old threads, but was constantly interrupted. Just as she began reading her 74th unfinished 667 fic, someone would start another on the new posts page. There was no way she could keep up.
She needed to though.
For some reason she couldn't explain, she had to absorb every piece of knowledge that had ever been put on this site. She tried to tell others about it, but they didn't care as much as she did. Whenever she tried to let go of the site, she was beckoned back. It was as if there was some unforeseen force pulling her in. Little did she know, there was.
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Some time ago, Tragedy, 667's overload or dictator or admin or whatever, longed for the days when things were better and people were funnier. He longed for 667's golden years again. Luckily, he always kept a collection of kidnapped children. He chose one carefully, put a spell on it cuz he's an evil wizard or something, and sent it to live with a surrogate family until, at the right moment, he introduced her to the site.
Now he made her slowly bring back snippets of the past, even going so far as to start a "revival of old threads" project. It wasn't enough though. He wanted something more. Little did he know, so did Kensicle. Not from him though. Gross. This isn't called Tragicle.
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Kensicle paced back and forth, thinking about what she would do. There is no possible way I can keep up, she thought. As long as new information is generated, I'll always be behind, with no chance to catch up. She stopped and stood still. There's only one thing to do then. Kensicle had to stop 667 from producing anything else.
How though? She wouldn't have to stop all of the members. Not by herself anyway. That wouldn't be possible. Some of them have been around for years. There's always been one constant though, someone who's been there from the very beggining. If 667's leader left, the rest would surely follow, she thought. She had to kill Tragedy.
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She did. It's a long story and they cast spells at eachother and stuff and Kensicle got a scar and had red lights and Tragedy lost his nose and had green lights and the lights collided and Tragedy disintegrated into the air.
Now though, Kensicle just had to wait it out. Slowly but surely, the sites long-standing members- BSam, Dante, Emma, Hermes, Willis, Shelly, Sixteen, Cybermystery, Pandora, and others- posted their goodbyes into Gruesome Greetings, saying they were all mad because Tragedy stopped answering their IM's and wouldn't play scrabble with them.
Newer, but prominent, members like Pen, Bee, and Sophie tried their hardest to keep the site alive, but despite their best efforts, they all legit died from exhaustion. All the while, Kensicle sat back and refreshed the page, watching the number of people active in the past 24 hours slowly dwindle down to zero. Soon enough, Kensicle found and was left alone with 667's main server (or proboards' or however the Internet works).
"I've waited for you," the server said. Slowly, Kensicle walked forward. They embraced, lips to cooling fan. We will never be apart..., Kensicle silently vowed.
Now that there were no new posts to be preoccupied with, Kensicle and the server began a furiously torrid, strictly physical affair. Slowly though, feelings began to creep in. Kensicle looked around, relishing in what she had done to this once active world. I mean website. Now she was all alone with it, and would read all of its threads and posts forever.
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The end? No
EPILOUGEEEEE
Kensicle opened the door and rushed to embrace her beloved website. Suddenly, she tripped on a banana peel.
She got up, seemingly unscathed until...
"My glasses..." oh yeah she wears glasses. Now they're broken.
"MY GLASSESSSSS!"
It was a true tragedy. She now had all the time in the world to do what she loved, read this abandoned website, but she couldn't see a thing without her glasses. All her plans... Now they were all in vain. Kensicle sat on the floor, distraught. Pan out into the sky.
THE END
667 and Kensicle
Kensicle loved it. Kensicle needed it. Ever since her eyes first fell on the glorious site, she knew she must have it all to herself. How could this be so though?
She tried to navigate her way through old threads, but was constantly interrupted. Just as she began reading her 74th unfinished 667 fic, someone would start another on the new posts page. There was no way she could keep up.
She needed to though.
For some reason she couldn't explain, she had to absorb every piece of knowledge that had ever been put on this site. She tried to tell others about it, but they didn't care as much as she did. Whenever she tried to let go of the site, she was beckoned back. It was as if there was some unforeseen force pulling her in. Little did she know, there was.
-------
Some time ago, Tragedy, 667's overload or dictator or admin or whatever, longed for the days when things were better and people were funnier. He longed for 667's golden years again. Luckily, he always kept a collection of kidnapped children. He chose one carefully, put a spell on it cuz he's an evil wizard or something, and sent it to live with a surrogate family until, at the right moment, he introduced her to the site.
Now he made her slowly bring back snippets of the past, even going so far as to start a "revival of old threads" project. It wasn't enough though. He wanted something more. Little did he know, so did Kensicle. Not from him though. Gross. This isn't called Tragicle.
-------
Kensicle paced back and forth, thinking about what she would do. There is no possible way I can keep up, she thought. As long as new information is generated, I'll always be behind, with no chance to catch up. She stopped and stood still. There's only one thing to do then. Kensicle had to stop 667 from producing anything else.
How though? She wouldn't have to stop all of the members. Not by herself anyway. That wouldn't be possible. Some of them have been around for years. There's always been one constant though, someone who's been there from the very beggining. If 667's leader left, the rest would surely follow, she thought. She had to kill Tragedy.
-------
She did. It's a long story and they cast spells at eachother and stuff and Kensicle got a scar and had red lights and Tragedy lost his nose and had green lights and the lights collided and Tragedy disintegrated into the air.
Now though, Kensicle just had to wait it out. Slowly but surely, the sites long-standing members- BSam, Dante, Emma, Hermes, Willis, Shelly, Sixteen, Cybermystery, Pandora, and others- posted their goodbyes into Gruesome Greetings, saying they were all mad because Tragedy stopped answering their IM's and wouldn't play scrabble with them.
Newer, but prominent, members like Pen, Bee, and Sophie tried their hardest to keep the site alive, but despite their best efforts, they all legit died from exhaustion. All the while, Kensicle sat back and refreshed the page, watching the number of people active in the past 24 hours slowly dwindle down to zero. Soon enough, Kensicle found and was left alone with 667's main server (or proboards' or however the Internet works).
"I've waited for you," the server said. Slowly, Kensicle walked forward. They embraced, lips to cooling fan. We will never be apart..., Kensicle silently vowed.
Now that there were no new posts to be preoccupied with, Kensicle and the server began a furiously torrid, strictly physical affair. Slowly though, feelings began to creep in. Kensicle looked around, relishing in what she had done to this once active world. I mean website. Now she was all alone with it, and would read all of its threads and posts forever.
-------
The end? No
EPILOUGEEEEE
Kensicle opened the door and rushed to embrace her beloved website. Suddenly, she tripped on a banana peel.
She got up, seemingly unscathed until...
"My glasses..." oh yeah she wears glasses. Now they're broken.
"MY GLASSESSSSS!"
It was a true tragedy. She now had all the time in the world to do what she loved, read this abandoned website, but she couldn't see a thing without her glasses. All her plans... Now they were all in vain. Kensicle sat on the floor, distraught. Pan out into the sky.
THE END