The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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other or self-mutilate themselves in front of a gallery.
Typical fare for under 15-year old boys and over 20
loser geeks. Brandt, being 32, did not consider himself
in their class. He was a predator. He was no loser.
Brandt had tried to get as many people as he could,
using all 16 of his fake accounts and identities to
encourage his “friends” to set up accounts on the site.
The results so far were very exciting, he thought, as he
opened a styrofoam carton with another cheeseburger.
This one had honey barbeque sauce which dripped on
his yellowing T-shirt.
So easy, he thought, they won’t even know
what hit them when I’m done.
Achermann laughed at the stupidity of the web
masters running the new site. He easily broke several
major pages of code and was running wild through
their system. He had hijacked 8 of the accounts sending
fake emails with lewd photos and then was able
to swipe 120 email addresses with passwords. He was
close to getting the credit card data and then he could
go to town on it. He needed a new video card and this
too easy.
A loud ping rang out making him jump.
ElvenLord4589
The clicking stopped and the large man looked
at the IM box that opened on the bottom of the computer
screen. He rubbed the creases of the folds of his
splotchy unshaven chin that seemed to ripple as if his
face were partially covered by a swarm of black, hairy
caterpillars. His complexion was a pasty shade of pale
white. Brandt did not leave his basement very often.
He looked at the IM prompt on his screen. It took him