Bastard Moderator from Hell - 13
by Malice
(influenced by the
Bastard Operator from Hell stories from yester year)
12:52pm
Malice pulls up his Ford SportTrac in the driveway from his weekly taunting of the homeless kids.
Walking in his office, he wiggles the mouse bringing the mighty PC back from its morning slumber. He quickly clicks Thunderbird, Firefox and Azureus to get a status of all his goings on.
Looking at Azureus, he sees his uploading of the new Microsoft source code for Windows Vista to all the warez sites around the world is going smoothly. Noone can find him. After bouncing his signal off four satellites, hacking 3 hi-tech companies, spoofing an Indian IP address, and then originating from his neighbor's open wireless connection, it continues smoothly.
Looking to Thunderbird he simply sees he has neglected his email for some time. l it will take some work to clean it all out. So Malice decides to remedy the situation. He employs his email registration scripts to register everyone who emailed him in the last 3 days to a series of medical websites for people with Genital Herpes and The Clap.
*DELETE*
Lastly, its time to check out Hype. Opening the browser it quickly points out I have only 2 PMs. How odd...
Opening them I see the following
1 - Reply from Mirko titled - Dude, you are the man.
2 - Reply from TheTick titled - You have got to be kidding
Opening the one from Mirko is see the following
Malice....John, I do trust you, and you know we should not be talking about things like this on an open line, about my past that is. Back to the subject.
TheTick, I trust that you have sufficiently have checked his background. My problem is this, you failed to talk to me about this. This is my site, not to be rude. Plus, he only has like 10 posts, what kind of signal are we sending to those that dont have a few thousand posts?
I lean back in my chair thinking carefully as to what I wish to say, plotting the next 25 chess moves....
I reply..
Mirko, you and I know this site could not exist without me. I bring a certain "fun" aspect here. I am not threatening you, not at all. We are the best of friends and the fact I have detailed footage of your indiscretions should not at all diminish your authority in this matter. I will leave this to you and your wonderful judgment.
Your Friend,
Malice
I smile and send the message knowing what the outcome will be, so I promptly read the next message from TheTick:
You have got to be kidding. I am new here, and I think you are a stuck up, self-righteous *******. You are playing a New User gag on me, funny...ok, I give in. Have your laugh.
Why would I want to join you and running Hype?
Smiling I reply.
TheTick,
I picked you because I see something in you, a stupid anger I can mold into something that you can prophet from. Dont grow up to become a garbage man like your father.
Join Me,
TheTick I am Your Father.
To Be Continued............