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	[I meet him in a seedy /tg/ outpost's tavern on one of the innermost rings of the internet currently livable. A dangerous place for an interview, but the best stories are from the front. This is a dangerous place, and /tg/'s warriors are everywhere, their bolters, bows, and laser rifles (as well as countless other weapons) all held close and loaded. The man I'm interviewing has a sort of understated menace to himself as well, although the only weaponry he's carrying is a truly antique spybot program and a double-barreled antivirus slung across his back. He takes a long pull of his underclocker (of fine codesmanship, I notice) and begins to speak into my mp3 recorder.]		[I meet him in a seedy /tg/ outpost's tavern on one of the innermost rings of the internet currently livable. A dangerous place for an interview, but the best stories are from the front. This is a dangerous place, and /tg/'s warriors are everywhere, their bolters, bows, and laser rifles (as well as countless other weapons) all held close and loaded. The man I'm interviewing has a sort of understated menace to himself as well, although the only weaponry he's carrying is a truly antique spybot program and a double-barreled antivirus slung across his back. He takes a long pull of his underclocker (of fine codesmanship, I notice) and begins to speak into my mp3 recorder.]

	You know how there are all these people trying to get out of the web? That ain't me. What'll happen if we escape? What do we go back to? A fucked-up, ruined planet covered in bones? Face it.		You know how there are all these people trying to get out of the web? That ain't me. What'll happen if we escape? What do we go back to? A fucked-up, ruined planet covered in bones? Face it.

	Humanity has been constantly moving toward this point, ever since the net was born. It's for the better, brah. We've evolved. [he takes another pull of the underclocker, and when he speaks again, it is slightly choppier as its data calms and slows his stress-frayed systems.]		Humanity has been constantly moving toward this point, ever since the net was born. It's for the better, brah. We've evolved. [he takes another pull of the underclocker, and when he speaks again, it is slightly choppier as its data calms and slows his stress-frayed systems.]

	I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in ~~videogames~~ and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the ~~cybers~~ pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some ~~cybers~~ broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.		I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in video games and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the Cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some Cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.

			A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - 'scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]

	A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]
	[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]		[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]

1d4chan>Doublebeard at 16:09, 1 May 2009

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	~~<nowiki>[[This is a companion~~ fluff ~~story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>~~		{{sc-fluff}}

	[I meet him in a seedy /tg/ outpost's tavern on one of the innermost rings of the internet currently livable. A dangerous place for an interview, but the best stories are from the front. This is a dangerous place, and /tg/'s warriors are everywhere, their bolters, bows, and laser rifles (as well as countless other weapons) all held close and loaded. The man I'm interviewing has a sort of understated menace to himself as well, although the only weaponry he's carrying is a truly antique spybot program and a double-barreled antivirus slung across his back. He takes a long pull of his underclocker (of fine codesmanship, I notice) and begins to speak into my mp3 recorder.]		[I meet him in a seedy /tg/ outpost's tavern on one of the innermost rings of the internet currently livable. A dangerous place for an interview, but the best stories are from the front. This is a dangerous place, and /tg/'s warriors are everywhere, their bolters, bows, and laser rifles (as well as countless other weapons) all held close and loaded. The man I'm interviewing has a sort of understated menace to himself as well, although the only weaponry he's carrying is a truly antique spybot program and a double-barreled antivirus slung across his back. He takes a long pull of his underclocker (of fine codesmanship, I notice) and begins to speak into my mp3 recorder.]
	You know how there are all these people trying to get out of the web? That ain't me. What'll happen if we escape? What do we go back to? A fucked-up, ruined planet covered in bones? Face it.		You know how there are all these people trying to get out of the web? That ain't me. What'll happen if we escape? What do we go back to? A fucked-up, ruined planet covered in bones? Face it.

	Humanity has been constantly moving toward this point, ever since the net was born. It's for the better, brah. We've evolved. [he takes another pull of the underclocker, and when he speaks again, it is slightly choppier as its data calms and slows his stress-frayed systems.]		Humanity has been constantly moving toward this point, ever since the net was born. It's for the better, brah. We've evolved. [he takes another pull of the underclocker, and when he speaks again, it is slightly choppier as its data calms and slows his stress-frayed systems.]

	I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in videogames and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.		I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in videogames and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.

	A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]		A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]
	[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]		[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]

1d4chan>PregoCat: Category:Server Crash Fluff‎

2009-03-11T03:00:45Z

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	I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in videogames and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.		I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in videogames and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.
	A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]		A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]
			[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]

74.194.218.51 at 00:00, 23 February 2009

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	<nowiki>[[This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>		<nowiki>[[This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>

	~~Back when~~ the internet ~~was~~ the ~~internet~~, ~~they said~~ a ~~lot~~ of ~~things~~. ~~They said you couldn~~'t ~~get lost~~, ~~that all~~ the ~~information you could want~~ was ~~here~~. ~~They said~~ the ~~more integrated~~ the ~~web was with real life~~, ~~the more humanity would prosper~~. ~~They said data packets can sometimes get lost, never~~ to be ~~seen again~~.		[I meet him in a seedy /tg/ outpost's tavern on one of the innermost rings of the internet currently livable. A dangerous place for an interview, but the best stories are from the front. This is a dangerous place, and /tg/'s warriors are everywhere, their bolters, bows, and laser rifles (as well as countless other weapons) all held close and loaded. The man I'm interviewing has a sort of understated menace to himself as well, although the only weaponry he's carrying is a truly antique spybot program and a double-barreled antivirus slung across his back. He takes a long pull of his underclocker (of fine codesmanship, I notice) and begins to speak into my mp3 recorder.]
			You know how there are all these people trying to get out of the web? That ain't me. What'll happen if we escape? What do we go back to? A fucked-up, ruined planet covered in bones? Face it.
	~~They said~~ a ~~lot of things~~. ~~None of them are true~~.		Humanity has been constantly moving toward this point, ever since the net was born. It's for the better, brah. We've evolved. [he takes another pull of the underclocker, and when he speaks again, it is slightly choppier as its data calms and slows his stress-frayed systems.]
			I was made to be a surfer. Well I mean maybe not a surfer, specifically, but an explorer, an adventurer. But I was born into a world that had been discovered. No more secrets. Space itself was filled with our satellites, and besides, what's out there, really? Just nothingness. No desert islands with forgotten tombs, no undiscovered realms. So I just stayed home and became another faceless consumer bureaucrat and I drowned my sorrows at this boring planet in videogames and booze and fat. [another silence.] When the Fall happened, I was browsing a forum I moderated, something about, fuck, I don't know, some meatworld TV show or something. When I felt myself become digitized and the body I kept thinking was betraying me wasting away, I remember thinking relief, that I might be dying. Then when I materialized in the forum and saw the cybers pouring out of the links, I panicked. Ran to the first link I could find and jumped through and through some insane turn of luck ended up on my own comp. Some cybers broke through but my antivirus software fucked them up pretty bad. I grabbed for the first data deletion tool I could find (he gestures Spybot, currently in the form a serrated, crude-looking dagger). And that was when I realized I could fight back. And that's when my life found its meaning.
	~~When the Great Shift came~~, ~~my wife~~'s ~~connection was~~...~~bad~~. ~~Her data~~ was ~~lost~~, ~~forever. Just another instance of data loss~~, ~~right?~~ I ~~wandered the forlorn landscape of humanity~~'~~s best collection of knowledge for God knows how long~~. I ~~did odd jobs for Wikipedia for what~~ I ~~can only imagine~~ was ~~years~~, ~~but nobody knows how time passes these days~~. ~~Finally~~, ~~they let me research what possibly happened~~ to ~~her~~.		A lot of people, for a while after the Fall, were confused as to why something we had created was so alien, so hostile and dangerous. They didn't see the need for people like me, and some wandered out of the webfort walls confident they could find safe networks, trying to control what humanity had, after all, made itself. They didn't get far. Business has picked up for Surfers now that everyone has recognized this new world for what it is. [he leans forward, a gleam in his eyes]. Just that. The NEW WORLD. The kilobytes turn to megabytes which flow into gigabytes to terabytes stretching off into infinity. Link after link, page after page. It's unique, dangerous, exciting. I fucking love it. People like me, we've finally come into our own. [a roar sounds outside the walls of the tavern. Already, the constable of the settlement (in the form of a towering Grey Knight) is barking orders to his soldiers] Speaking of which - scuse me.[He unslings the antivirus and heads for the door. He pauses for a moment before joining the battle.] In retrospect, I wouldn't want it any other way. [He pulls out the old Spybot and heads out into the fray.]

	~~That led me here. Nothing~~ but my ~~search~~ for ~~her~~ could ~~have~~. ~~The middle of nowhere~~.
	It was ~~there~~, ~~that I was attacked by them~~. ~~These...weren~~'t ~~cybers~~, ~~but~~ they ~~weren~~'t ~~exactly humans either~~. ~~Something was different about them~~. ~~They were more human than Cybers~~, ~~and more Cyber than humans~~. ~~One of them was both my wife~~...~~and very much not her~~.

	~~Data never got lost~~ in the ~~internet~~. ~~Data only got misplaced~~ and ~~forgotten~~. ~~Data sat in~~ the ~~dark~~, ~~dank depths of~~ the ~~internet watching, waiting for the day when they can take their revenge on~~ the ~~humans that have forgotten them~~.

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2009-02-22T23:59:32Z

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<nowiki>[[This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>

Back when the internet was the internet, they said a lot of things. They said you couldn't get lost, that all the information you could want was here. They said the more integrated the web was with real life, the more humanity would prosper. They said data packets can sometimes get lost, never to be seen again.

They said a lot of things. None of them are true.

When the Great Shift came, my wife's connection was...bad. Her data was lost, forever. Just another instance of data loss, right? I wandered the forlorn landscape of humanity's best collection of knowledge for God knows how long. I did odd jobs for Wikipedia for what I can only imagine was years, but nobody knows how time passes these days. Finally, they let me research what possibly happened to her.

That led me here. Nothing but my search for her could have. The middle of nowhere.
It was there, that I was attacked by them. These...weren't cybers, but they weren't exactly humans either. Something was different about them. They were more human than Cybers, and more Cyber than humans. One of them was both my wife...and very much not her.

Data never got lost in the internet. Data only got misplaced and forgotten. Data sat in the dark, dank depths of the internet watching, waiting for the day when they can take their revenge on the humans that have forgotten them.