SashiStar
Steamjumper...
The guy wanted it all, friends, a life...
But all that urning turned into madness.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning.
Click.
Click...
click....
Our little Streamjumper was just browsing through the A/M/C on GaiaOnline, a fairly popular anime forum site,
He was...how do you say this?
a loser. He was a completely bad weeaboo, wanted to go to Japan, having pictures of hot Anime babes on his walls,
a collection of Anime DVD's everywhere in his room. He was lonely, no friends, his mom still feeds him like a
child. Horrible sheltered life he had, How droll.
But, he did have one thing, his computer. The thing he lives on for days and days and days. Playing world of
Warcraft, or whatever kind of nerdy stuff he does. He was known as the Mod of the A/M/C. Not a very liked one
in fact. He wasn't very liked by the other Mods either, He knew he was a a*****e. Just didn't know how to accept the fate he had.
"Looks like nothing is going on today..." He whispered to himself, gently gliding the finer on his mouse, the
big screen montier before him, He was so lonely. The poor thing. He was lurking, like the Mod he was supposed
to be, maybe he could look for friends he thought.
But he froze as he saw a certain thread on the A/M/C. It was about A/M/C regs, a troll thread of course, he
thought. But something was different about this thread...no. something was special. The people on it...
Were so freaking cool, These were the people he admired, The regs of the A/M/C. Oh yes, He loved them so, yet
he hated them for being so goddamn cool, with their smart remarks, beautiful posting styles. and they were all
so close to each other, they were like the popular kids in school! Oh how he adored them so. He was looking at
the thread in awe and excitement, He never knew there were so many regs in the A/M/C. He wanted to be one. Why
couldn't he be one? the envy rose within his throat, he wanted that power, he wanted friends like that. He
wanted to be...popular.
On the internet.
He was reading post after post, the rage buliding up inside him. "How come everyone likes them? How come
they're so neat. They never talk to me." seeing all the quotes how everyone lol'ed together at the Troll, He
wanted to lol too...
Why the hell not? He twiched, he felt like a loser, All these people adored each other...
a light went into his head, Oh what a brilliant plan, he thought.
He was a Mod! of course, he could get their attention, he could be cool just like them! But of course, He'll
give them a warning. He would not be ingored, he thought. a big wicked smile went into his slick face, he would
ban them.
...But only for a few days, Then they'll talk to him, he thought. So he reached the Moderator panel button and
clicked on all the people who posted in that thread. He laughed, he did it. He got the regs.
"That's what you get for one not making me one." He whispered softly again. "But don't worry, I bet they'll
learn their lesson after this." He sighed, looking at all the spam threads in the A/M/C now, smiling happily to
himself, They let him into their group, he was very certain.
But, they all came back again, with new accounts.
"What?" He said, "Why did they ingore me again!?!" His veins were popping, he was annoying. He sent them
warnings, he sent them signs.
But, they were going to be his friend right?
Wrong, nothing. they didn't care. Just like the popular kids at the school, they would always come back,
strutting their stuff, no matter what.
He growled at the computer screen, "Looks like they didn't learn..."
"I must teach them all a lesson, Oh yes...They'll reget crossing with me" He chuckled into the midnight, making
up for what his next plan shall be for the A/M/C'ers
They will reget what shall happen next.
The guy wanted it all, friends, a life...
But all that urning turned into madness.
Chapter 1 - The Beginning.
Click.
Click...
click....
Our little Streamjumper was just browsing through the A/M/C on GaiaOnline, a fairly popular anime forum site,
He was...how do you say this?
a loser. He was a completely bad weeaboo, wanted to go to Japan, having pictures of hot Anime babes on his walls,
a collection of Anime DVD's everywhere in his room. He was lonely, no friends, his mom still feeds him like a
child. Horrible sheltered life he had, How droll.
But, he did have one thing, his computer. The thing he lives on for days and days and days. Playing world of
Warcraft, or whatever kind of nerdy stuff he does. He was known as the Mod of the A/M/C. Not a very liked one
in fact. He wasn't very liked by the other Mods either, He knew he was a a*****e. Just didn't know how to accept the fate he had.
"Looks like nothing is going on today..." He whispered to himself, gently gliding the finer on his mouse, the
big screen montier before him, He was so lonely. The poor thing. He was lurking, like the Mod he was supposed
to be, maybe he could look for friends he thought.
But he froze as he saw a certain thread on the A/M/C. It was about A/M/C regs, a troll thread of course, he
thought. But something was different about this thread...no. something was special. The people on it...
Were so freaking cool, These were the people he admired, The regs of the A/M/C. Oh yes, He loved them so, yet
he hated them for being so goddamn cool, with their smart remarks, beautiful posting styles. and they were all
so close to each other, they were like the popular kids in school! Oh how he adored them so. He was looking at
the thread in awe and excitement, He never knew there were so many regs in the A/M/C. He wanted to be one. Why
couldn't he be one? the envy rose within his throat, he wanted that power, he wanted friends like that. He
wanted to be...popular.
On the internet.
He was reading post after post, the rage buliding up inside him. "How come everyone likes them? How come
they're so neat. They never talk to me." seeing all the quotes how everyone lol'ed together at the Troll, He
wanted to lol too...
Why the hell not? He twiched, he felt like a loser, All these people adored each other...
a light went into his head, Oh what a brilliant plan, he thought.
He was a Mod! of course, he could get their attention, he could be cool just like them! But of course, He'll
give them a warning. He would not be ingored, he thought. a big wicked smile went into his slick face, he would
ban them.
...But only for a few days, Then they'll talk to him, he thought. So he reached the Moderator panel button and
clicked on all the people who posted in that thread. He laughed, he did it. He got the regs.
"That's what you get for one not making me one." He whispered softly again. "But don't worry, I bet they'll
learn their lesson after this." He sighed, looking at all the spam threads in the A/M/C now, smiling happily to
himself, They let him into their group, he was very certain.
But, they all came back again, with new accounts.
"What?" He said, "Why did they ingore me again!?!" His veins were popping, he was annoying. He sent them
warnings, he sent them signs.
But, they were going to be his friend right?
Wrong, nothing. they didn't care. Just like the popular kids at the school, they would always come back,
strutting their stuff, no matter what.
He growled at the computer screen, "Looks like they didn't learn..."
"I must teach them all a lesson, Oh yes...They'll reget crossing with me" He chuckled into the midnight, making
up for what his next plan shall be for the A/M/C'ers
They will reget what shall happen next.
