Title: Controversial, Very Disturbed: -Introduction- Author: Codz Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/0AxygEx8 First Edit: Tuesday 28th of August 2012 01:26:22 AM CDT Last Edit: Tuesday 28th of August 2012 01:26:22 AM CDT "Listen I've got a great fucking idea for a story, and if you get at least 3 kills we'll do it." >"You'll start writing again if I get 3 kills?" >I sighed. "Sure."   That's how it began.   -Codz   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   "Just download it Bizzles." >"It's probably a virus man." "Checked it. Besides you told me the TripCode generator was fine, so I got the link and it worked. I trust you." >"Come on though. Look at the fucking file name. It's 'bozzles.exe'. What the fuck is that even going to do with a name like that?"   >You and a friend were looking into a mysterious file given to you from the AiE thread. No one else wanted to look into a file posted by an anonymous user. Too risky. >You, however, were more persistent. You ran as many scans as possible and checked the internet for any information on it. >The lack of said previously mentioned information heightened your interest further. >No absconding, you had to figure this shit out. And who better to help then...   "C'mon Bizzles." >"No." "Please." >"No." >Asking directly proved futile. It was time to roll out the big guns. "I'll play Maokai." >"Twice." "Fuck Bizzles you ask too much, but for the sake of this file, fine." >"Ughhh. Give me the download link." "You didn't even download it? You scum. No wonder I carry you." >"You carry me? You suck!" >This prompts another 5 minute conversation about how you /try/ to steal kills and feed your lane and still win. >Once that's finished, so is the download.   "Open it." >"On 3." >3. >2. >1. >You double click.   >The program is silent for a few seconds, then a command prompt appears. "You get the command prompt too Biz?" >"Yeah but..." his voice faded off. >The options were pretty straight forward. There was only 2.   'Stay' 'Go'   >"So we pick stay right? Problem solved. You know what it does now. Just ask you a question." "Bizzles shut up. What could the other button even do. What does it mean 'Go'?" >"Maybe we go to White Castle." he says laughing. >God domot Bozzles. "You know we're clicking it right." >"You know I'm moving it to 3 games right Codz." "Fuck Bizzles click the fucking button." >"On thre-" "PRESS IT FUCKING NOW."   >Congratulations.   >... >"Well thank you 'bozzles.exe'! I'm going to close you now. But that sure lifted my spirits. Boy am I happy! Aren't you Codz?" >That's all the program did? Just a choice and congratulations? "This is utter bullshit." >"Too bad! Time to close and play league."   ??????????'???????????????m???????????? ???????????a????????f???????????r?????????a??????î??????d?????? ?????????????????????????h??????????????a?????????t?????'??????š??????????? ?????????????????????m???????????????p?????????????????s????????s?????????i???????????b??????????????l??????????????????????????.?????   >... >WHAT >THE "FUCK?!" >"FUCK?!"   I?????????????? ???????à?????m????????????? ???????????????i????????????????????? ???c???????o???????n???????????r??????????????????l????????? ?????????n??????????????????w??.??????   >"Control of what? And who the fuck are you anyway?"   S????????????????i???????l???????e?????????n?????c???e??????????.?????????????? ??????????????I??????????????????t????????????? ??????????i?????s???????????? ????????t????????i??????????????????m???????????e???????.??????????? ?????????Y????????????o??????????u?????????? ???t???????????????w??????????o????????.??????.??????????.????????????m??????????????s???????????t?????? ??????????g???????????????????.?????   >Oh shit oh fuck you both clicked 'Go". "Well you know maybe there's a better time for this in fact I think I have to piss so just hold on a few minutes and I'll be right back actually I feel tired and a bit lightheaded I could use a nap so how about we take this up let's day tom-" >You've been cut off by a rather loud beep, and by the sound of it Bizzles heard the same shit. >Before you know it, your entire computer screen turns white. "Uh...Bizzles?" >Your response was the sound of the vacuum of the space dragging you into a new realm of uncertain journeys that would follow. >"So...are we at White Castle?" >And a lot of 'god domot bozzles'.   -----------------Meanwhile, at [REDACTED]'s house-----------------   >You suspect someone would click the file soon. >It's not like you've been away for 3 days. >Waiting for someone to click it. >That would be strange. >You check your torrents. >Almost all the pictures were torrented. The operation would commence soon. >A loud beep is heard. The program, executed. >The plan, set into action.   >A plan that could rip apart time and space itself.