Lolspammers

Seems like I’ve been getting a lot of them lately, eh?

Well, they’re going to get nowhere, as what the spam filter fails to block has to be approved. So, you might as well give up.

Your spam is getting nowhere.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 8

So, I speak to you today of this horrifying experience. The last few events could not be repeated on these forums, nor would I ever want to repeat them anyways.

It’s taken months of counseling to remove the horrible aftereffects of this series of events. Those involved have denied all of these events. Even no record of Murof exists.

I send this out with the hopes of bringing these criminals to justice. I want them confined. I want my life back. I want to feel like something right has been done.

….please….

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 7

“We only wanted you for a construction project. We wanted to build this….”

Confused and lost, the best response that fell out of my mouth was some incoherent muttering. The entry hole to Murof closed again.

“And now, we’re going to have a party. A sweet, awesome rave party. Enjoy.”

And thus, everything faded to black. The rest… is a blur.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 6

I still feared for my life. I used the secret escape I installed in my room. Once out safely, a desire to return to Murof seeped into my mind. After some quick packing, it was time to return.

When I returned, they appeared again. This time, however, they had rave lights installed and there was a large stereo system installed. The floor consisted of multiple panels that looked like LED screens.

I noticed that the lounge was much more expansive. Vlad walked up to me once again, and began to speak.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 5

I jumped up and grabbed hold of a metal handle. I scrambled up the ladder I just grabbed, and a stray bullet cut my foot. The top of the ladder lead me to a ventilation duct, which I crawled through.

I dropped out into another hallway. I fell and immediately took off, running as fast as I could. I broke a window and jumped out into a running stream of water. I was lost and confused, and I knew the others were onto me.

The water flow stopped in a stone room, no bigger than, say, a bathroom. I climbed out. I was a complete wreck. Covered in water and with a bleeding foot from a bullet earlier, I was weakened. However, the need to press on continued.

I found myself safely in General Chat once more. I finally got into my profile room, locked the door securely, and tended to my foot. I dried off and got some rest.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 4

For the next few hours, I spent time with the other forum members. We drank some unusual purple liquid. It reminded me of acid. I enjoyed myself, but I began to long for the familiar, cluttered enviroment that was General Chat. I missed my old home.

I tried to leave, but I was stopped cold by someone’s voice.

“Leaving so soon?” Vlad said as he began to smile. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t want you to leave… yet.”

I tried to walk away, but he blocked my path. I had to pull off a painfully difficult roll to sidestep him. Of course, there was someone there, too. NAL showed up, holding a 12-gauge. Of course, the gun didn’t unnerve me.

Half his faced was cracked. It was a shadowy color, with blood-red cracks coming from his right eye. His smile pierced the darkness. I saw as the other members drew out weapons of their own. Pistols, flamethrowers, circular saws…

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 3

I ran through the hallways, observing some spam growing on the walls. Remembering a nasty spam flood a while back, I pressed on until I found the back. It was a dead end. It was then, however, that the wall began to crumble. As I watched the dust fall off of it, I realized I could not turn back now.

Inside was another forum. It was clean and well-kept, unlike General Chat, which was windy and had newspapers strewn about everywhere. Several nice couches and tables lined the walls, with some small lights hanging from the ceiling. The wall was painted an odd shade of purple.

I noticed a few familiar faces. Most notably, was Vlad. He stood there, alongside Mark Overmars. Behind him, on a few couches, were some other members I recognized. I noticed most of them had at least 2,000 posts.

I had stumbled into a secret forum for the awesome.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 2

Janaury 10th. It was dim, moderately windy night. Newspapers blew down main street. One of them hit me in the face. I was walking around, bored in General Chat. I was looking for a thread to post in, but they were all empty. None of the other forums at the time were worth posting in.

It was then my profile belt’s alarm went off. It was another personal message. The person had registered that very day, and had never posted a thing. Ever. I’ve forgotten his name, but he said to head into the back of General Chat. All the way back. Back to the first topics.

Night of the Hidden Forum, Part 1

The time has come. It’s finally time to unveil the dark events.

These events have been haunting the back of my mind ever since they occured. I’ve needed psychiatric help and even perscription drugs to solve this issue. I hope someone will believe me. This was the night… of the hidden forum.

WRONG SECTION, DERP!

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