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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Jan 31, 2023 9:55:47 GMT -5
The 667erNew Administrator Appointed Today, our previous administrator announced that new blood would be induced into 667's most powerful. Teeny "Semblance" Bopper has been appointed Supreme High Imperial True Head of Every Administrator Dead or alive. (SH*THEAD, for short). When asked for an interview, Mr. Bopper replied, "Oh, you're too kind, Mr. Mister M. Rest pleasantly." Reports that Mr. Bopper staged a coup to obtain this position have been vehemently, fiercely denied by the new administration. In the words of Mr. Bopper's good friend Roxy, CONTINUED ON PAGE 13.
COMING SOON
With all due respect to my rival and all other individuals mentioned, I felt like the moderator of Chaotic Creativity should probably be chaotically creative at some point.
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Post by Esmé's meme is meh on Jan 31, 2023 12:33:21 GMT -5
The level of unprofessionalism, far too much.
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Post by HAL 10,000 on Jan 31, 2023 18:19:02 GMT -5
I thought this was for reals then I saw what board it was on.
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The Coup
Jan 31, 2023 21:47:24 GMT -5
R. likes this
Post by twigz on Jan 31, 2023 21:47:24 GMT -5
love to know the legacy of my nicknames live on
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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Feb 1, 2023 8:12:29 GMT -5
Chapter One: Aftermath
Semblance stood at the large window at the top of the Misinformed Moderation building. He had triumphed. As he stood there, the former admin who's name was still censored was being lowered into This Abyss, never to poke his head out again. Right now his good friend Roxy was giving an interview to Mister M, a reporter so mysterious the only part of his name that was known was its first letter. According to her, Hermedy-no, Hermedy- the former admin had peacefully transferred all his power onto Semblance's shoulders. This was a lie. In fact, pretty much all of the things Semblance had ever said were lies.
Suddenly, the door opened. Roxy was back. "How was the interview?" Semblance asked.
"Fine, I suppose. Besides his insistence on calling you 'Mr. Bopper'."
"We all have embarrassing names. Why, even the great Dante was first known as FFWF. How do you even pronounce that? Fifwif?"
"I don't know."
"Well, anyway, we have business to attend to." Semblance pulled a tablet computer out of his melodramatic cloak. On it was a list of all the moderators in 667 Dark Avenue. "I'm demoting them all down to member. We have to choose carefully who will serve in our new regime. Besides you, obviously. You can run whichever board you want."
"Hmmm. I'll have to think about it. In the meantime, let's decide on my new coworkers."
"We should start by seeing which of the old ones can stay." He scrolled down his tablet. "Mister M? Too unbiased. We can't let a reporter in here. Bee? Yeah, she can stay. Just knock her down to moderator. Tiran O'Saurus? No way are we keeping my rival. Zortegus? Yeah, he loves me. Anka? I don't think she even runs a board. Gothic A. Fan? He's good at his job and stays out of drama. Keep him. Bun? We'll come back to her once she's properly back."
"That's a lot of people to replace. Do you have any candidates?"
"I've predicted that Terry Craig and "Bear" will be important in the future. Go ask them if they're interested."
"Alright."
"Rest pleasantly." As she left, Semblance looked back out the window. There'd be changes here, that was for sure.
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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Feb 1, 2023 9:21:15 GMT -5
Yeah, I read it. I liked the first couple chapters, but then it just dissolved into cameos and goofiness.
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Post by Esmé's meme is meh on Feb 1, 2023 10:11:40 GMT -5
Loving it, now I want to make a discord voice chat where we all pronounce FFWF in different ways
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Feb 2, 2023 3:40:54 GMT -5
This is fun
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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Feb 2, 2023 10:02:45 GMT -5
Chapter 2: Spark of Rebellion Twiggy stood over the massive pit in the ground labelled as the Awfully Ancient Archives. Several dump trucks were carrying threads from all across 667 Dark Avenue and dumping them into the pit. She saw 667 Taskmaster, a thread where Semblance had embarrassed himself by misspelling tin as "tim". He had been the laughingstock of 667 for that, and now he was censoring the evidence. Mister M arrived at the offices of The 667er to find a note on his desk stating the following: Hello, it's Semblance As part of my duties as SH*THEAD, I am closing your newspaper until further notice. To replace it, I've resurrected the old 668er to serve as the replacement. I've already put Zortegus and Roxy in charge of writing, but maybe you can be the assistant obituary spellchecker or something. Rest Pleasantly, Semblance Jean Lucio walked into Ghastly Games to play a round of Spyfall. But as he walked through the arcade-looking building, he saw most of the games had Out of Order signs on them. He arrived at Spyfall to find this sign on the door: OUT OF ORDER BY ORDER OF THE SUPREME HIGH IMPERIAL TRUE HEAD OF EVERY ADMINISTRATOR DEAD OR ALIVE, THIS GAME HAS BEEN CLOSED REASONING: perpetuates a culture of distrust by causing paranoia about who "the spy" is. The new administration is certain there is no reason to distrust anything, so this goes against our values. Jean Lucio knew it now. Teeny "Semblance" Bopper had to be removed from his position. And if ol' Trag wasn't going to do it, he would. But first, he had to gain some followers.
"Sorry, old chap, but we can't advertise a rebellion in The 667er," Mister M apologized.
"Why? Because of you're afraid the SH*THEAD will ban it, I can still distribute copies on the black market," Jean Lucio said. "It's worse than that. They've already shut down our offices. I don't have the equipment to print anything."
"But they still need to give us some sort of newspaper! We'd be much worse off without any form of news summary!" Jean Lucio said before coughing in the general direction of the readers.
"They've brought back the 668er. But I don't know where they're printing it from. Probably somewhere within Misinformed Moderation."
"I knew I shouldn't have resigned! Is there any way we could get inside?"
"We'd need to convince someone to open the door for us. But Mr. Bopper has done a good job only appointing loyal moderators. Getting one to help us would be hard."
"Can you think of ANYONE who might listen to us?"
"Well... yes. But he's our only hope."
"Where is he?" Jean Lucio asked. Silently, Mister M pointed towards Atrocious Adaptations. "Let's speak with Mr. Fan."
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Feb 2, 2023 15:49:13 GMT -5
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Post by HAL 10,000 on Feb 2, 2023 19:00:43 GMT -5
We will never forget tim.
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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Feb 3, 2023 10:28:49 GMT -5
Chapter 3: Infiltration
Gothic Archies Fan had won several Best Volunteer awards. He entirely deserved them. He had tirelessly hunted down various pieces of information about things related to 667's interests, and was one of few people who had the respect of both the Semblance administration and the upstart rebellion. But as a downside, he was often extremely busy. As Jean Lucio and Mister M waited outside his office, they weren't sure of he was even in the forums. "If he isn't here in five minutes, let's head down to Misinformed Moderation and try to guess the password."
"I'm afraid that is not a good idea," GAF said as he arrived.
"Ack! You startled us!" replied Mister M.
"You startled me, talking about breaking into the administration's headquarters. What was that about?"
"We can explain. Can we talk in your office?"
"Certainly." They entered his office. It was decorated with posters from the ASOUE movie. "What did you want to talk to me about?" "To put it frankly, we need to get into Misinformed Moderation."
"And why do you want that?"
"Let me ask you a question. Do you approve of this forum's new direction?"
"I don't care who I work for. I research information and share it. I don't care with whom it's shared."
"Really? That response sounded awfully rehearsed..."
There was silence in the room for several seconds. "If you must know, there is one thing that bothered me. I don't know why, but they've closed Lemony Links. I had an important meeting in another forum, but I couldn't get there."
"He's trying to lock us in!" Jean Lucio announced.
"I wouldn't go that far..." GAF said, fidgeting.
"I would. He's suppressing our ability to talk with outsiders. Classic signs of a dictator," Jean Lucio proclaimed.
"That...
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…may be true." GAF realized. "How may I help you?"
"We need to get into the printing room of the 668er and announce the truth using their printing press. Because of that, we need you to tell us the password for the Misinformed Moderation building."
"Okay." Suddenly, an announcement came over the loudspeakers. "Hello, it's Semblance. All moderators, report to HQ immediately for voting on member of the month. Rest pleasantly." "I guess I've got my chance. Follow me."
They walked down to the tall administrative building. On the top was a wide window. Through it, they saw the silhouette of Semblance, watching down at his domain. This was who they were fighting. This was the face of the enemy. All three rebels felt stronger as they reached the door. It was locked by a 22 digit password. "The password is AllHailKingSemblance123," GAF whispered, "Come in once the meeting starts." The unauthorized personnel hid around a corner while the other moderators showed up. Finally, the coast was clear. They typed in the code and the door opened. Slowly, they crept down the hall. They passed a meeting hall and heard Semblance say: "So, we've agreed to all vote for me or Roxy?" They passed Thorny Threads, which was quickly being filled with all threads Semblance had deemed "unsuitable". They passed several framed paintings that were at one point of the former admin but now showed Semblance. Finally, they reached a door that said "Offices of the 668er". They quietly opened it and looked inside. There was a large printing press in the center of the room. On it were copies of the 668er, with headlines like "Semblance Wins Member of the Year for the 3rd Time Running", "Former Admin Happy in Retirement; Says Semblance "Better Than I Ever Was", and "Ickle Replaced With Donut, Does Anyone Care?". Quickly, Mister M snuck to a computer in the corner of the room. He only had time to type the headline ("The Truth About Teeny Bopper") before the was interrupted by an earsplitting roar. "By order of the salsaHEAD, you're under arrest!" cried "Bear", the newest moderator.
"Donut." Mister M swore.
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The Coup
Feb 3, 2023 13:07:39 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by R. on Feb 3, 2023 13:07:39 GMT -5
I hate the part of me that wants to make this a reality.
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Post by Tiran O'Saurus on Feb 6, 2023 11:24:36 GMT -5
Chapter 4: Revelations
"Ah, Mr. Lucio, Mr. Mister M. Come to ask for your jobs back?" Semblance asked. "If so, there have to be better ways to do that than to break in. I'm glad Mr. Bear caught you."
"Teeny Bopper, if you don't let us go right now-"
"MY NAME IS SEMBLANCE!!!" Teeny Bopper screamed. They tried to flee from his scream, but they were tied tightly to chairs. "I apologize, misters. It is polite, however, to call people by the name they want to be called by. And I am nothing if not polite." "Sure, Teeny. Anyway, we're here to stop you." Mister M said bravely.
"Stop me? From what? I was legitimately appointed by Hermedy. I mean Hermedy. I mean Tragedie."
"If he really just surrendered his power, wouldn't he have gotten rid of the censor?" Jean Lucio realized.
"That's the wrong question. The right question is, "How else would I have gotten this position if he didn't just give me it?"
"Why can't we ask him?" At this, Semblance began to shake his head before changing his mind. "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Bee! Zortegus! Bring him to the former admin!" The two collaborators came out of the shadows and untied Mister M and Jean Lucio. They walked them out of the Misinformed Moderation building. Outside, they saw that 667 had undergone even more renovations. Wistful Web, Lemony Links, and Our Wicked World had all been closed, severing all links to the outside world. Where OWW used to be was a new board called Moderated Media. The description read: "For discussion of non-Averse media. Do not post any links." They walked past the Awfully Ancient Archives, which had even more threads in it that had "broken the rules". Finally, they reached This Abyss, an impossibly deep hole in the ground. The acoustics of it meant that if you said something into it it would echo around for several days.
"The former admin is in here?" Mister M asked.
"Aye, and so will you be," said Bee ominously. Suddenly, they were pushed into the hole!
That should have been a large expanse of either black or gray (hopefully black). If you want to know what the fall looked like, zoom in on that color.
"How did we survive?" Jean Lucio asked. They were deep in This Abyss. It was very dark. "You're not the only one to ask that question," said a gravelly voice nearby. They turned and looked to see a metal cage. Inside it was the unmistakable face of the former admin.
"Hermedy!" Jean Lucio shouted.
"Teeny Bopper send you down here as well?" Hermedy asked.
"Indeed, old chap. I'll confess that when he said you "retired" I thought you might have picked a more tropical destination," Mister M. said, "but I suppose this hole works as well."
"The liar! He and a couple of accomplices grabbed me one night and threw me down this donuting hole!" Hermedy said, "wait, 'donuting'? Did Bopper get rid of good old ickle?"
"I think we have bigger things to worry about," Jean Lucio began, "like how we get out."
"Ha! I know that. You can't."
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Post by twigz on Feb 6, 2023 17:46:28 GMT -5
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