Title: Controversial, Very Disturbed: -Chapter One- Author: Codz Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/7Nhi6rMr First Edit: Wednesday 29th of August 2012 11:49:20 PM CDT Last Edit: Wednesday 29th of August 2012 11:49:20 PM CDT >It was an endless expanse of white in a radius around yourself. >You look to your left. >It was also an endless expanse that contained nothing but Bizzles.   "Hey." >"Hey." "So uh...about that program." >"I've got a few questions myself." "Well I can't answer those." you respond sternly. >As it looked, you might as well being going forward. Because if you aren't moving, you aren't accomplishing anything. >Not that you could tell if you were accomplishing anything. >But it's better than nothing.   >How long have you been walking? Nobody knows. >"Codz we've been walking for about 15 minutes." >Except fucking Bizzles. "Your point?" >"When are we gonna get there?" sounded like a 'are we there yet' plea. "Bizzles, first off I have no fucking clue where we're going. Second, If I have no clue, how am I supposed to know when we're going to get there."   P??????r?????????o????????????c??????????????e???????????????e???????????????d??????????? ?????f???????o????????r????????????????a????????r???????????d????????.???????   "Christies, the voice again. Listen you bloke, I'm getting awfully tired of all this walking nonsense. Gotta anything for us to do?"   >...   "Nothing, great. Okay. I guess we will 'proceed forward'. Whatever the fuck that means." >"I think he wants us to go for-" "I know what he wants us to do Bizzles." >"Then do it faggot." "Fine jeez."   >One proceeding forward later...   >It's uhhh... >Well it's certainly something. >"Did you draw this or something?" "Man you know my paint skills are too legit for this shit." >"...well anyways. How the fuck do we open it?"   >After walking through the white void of black lines for a bit longer, you both found yourselves in front of a vault. Curious. >Why is there a vault here? >And how the fuck is it floating in mid air. >There isn't even anything behind. >What the fuck. >Seriously, what the fuck. "What could a vault in the middle of...whatever fuck I don't care." >"You wot mate?" >AUGH     P????????????r??o???c????????????????????????????d????? ???????f??????????ö???????????r?????????????w?????a???????r??????????d????????? ????????????w????????????????????????????t????????h??????????? ????????????????t??????????????????????????e???????? ???p??????a?????s???????????š?????????w??????????????o????????r??????d?????.???????????     "Oh yeah no problem. Let me just get the password that hasn't been hinted at or mentioned at all. Oh you know, I'm pretty sure I know what the password is. I think it's along the lines of 'this is fucking stupid'. Beep if I'm right or something." >"You sure enjoy ranting." "Well if shits going to be like this I might as well. I'm in a ranting mood too. ISn't often you'll find me like this Biz." >"So are we stuck or something?" "As far as I know. Unless you remember this glorious password that I suppose we were just supposed to know or something." >"Mind if I take a crack at it?" "Knock your damn self out." >You walk over to a black line and lean against it. It's supposed to represent some sort of barrier, like the corner of a wall. You can't pass through both ways of the corner. >Except when you lean against it, it feels like a pole. >This fucking place man.   >Give or take about half an hour later, you still continue to lean against the paradox wall while Bizzles says about a dictionary's worth of passwords to the vault. >Vault's an asshole man. >And that sound every time you were wrong. >It has clouded your thoughts, making you unable to think and physically cringe every time it plays. >Just imagine you're at school. Fire alarm. Oh no, so loud. Some people block their ears because it hurts, that's fine. >But this shit is having it inside your ears, like a bomb waiting to ignite and every word that makes it explode is the wrong password. >Like holy shit.   >"Grilled enchiladas." "AAUUUUUGHH." >"Hmm. Regular enchiladas?" "JESUS CHRIST STOP." >"Okay, spicy enchiladas." "MY EAAAAAARRRS." >"Man I'm out of passwords." "Thank fucking god. Think before you say the password. Why the fuck did you keep saying enchiladas?" >"I'm hungry." "...you know what, I'd yell at you, but it's understandable. I have a little challenge for you." >"Alright shoot." "Get the next password right."' >"What's in it for me?" "A sash for mayor for the day. You can be the fucking mayor for a day." >"Really?!" "Yeah. I hear this town is opening a priceless museum full of artifacts from the 'Shut The Fuck Up and Get the Fucking Password Right or I'm Killing You' era." >"That doesn't sound like a good era." "Oh, it's a great era. Of course, if you get the password right." >"One try?" "If you think you can do it. Take as much time as you want. But if I hear that sound again, it's your ass." >"That's good. I've got my ace in the hole." >How curious.   "Alright, use this little trump card or yours." >"Right on." >Bizzles walks back over to Vault McAsshole. He turns and stands triumphantly, as if he's defeated this game of faggotry, and he's ready for the next. >He clears his throat and points a finger worthy of an objection from Phoenix Wright.   >"I want to cum inside Rainbow Dash!" >... >Well I mean. >You know. >That you're going to have to respond. >With the only response for this situation. >... "Bizzles I fucking hate you."   http://imgur.com/VA7iC   >Yet...there was no sound. >The vault remains silent, before erupting with the most beautiful sentence heard.     P?????????????r?????????????o?????????c??????????????????e????????????d???????.?????????????   >Fuckyeah.jpg >The vault slowly opens...   >And on the other side is the most hated fucking color you've ever seen in your whole life.