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90 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
a moment to remember which Elven Lord this was. Some stupid freak from Topeka that had joined his Warworks tribe. Achermann responded. SpiderGod2379 < ? > ElvenLord4589 The heavy-set man leaned back and shook his head. He reached down to the floor and pulled up a large open bag of potato chips. Crumbs. He smoothed the top flaps of the bag and then creased one side, then tilted the creased edge to his lips. He poured the crumbs into his mouth, eating as the broken chips poured into his mouth. Small chards of chips spilled out of his mouth and trickled down his shirt. He put the bag down on the floor and brushed the crumbs off of himself, then resumed typing. “Mom,” he yelled out, “I need more chips.” He heard a muffled response and waited. His mother would probably not get them for him, but sometimes she lost her nerve and did. All the bitch was good for he thought. Mainly, she stayed away from his man cave in the basement and let him alone. Achermann liked it best that way. No distractions from his work. He looked over at the subroutines now running through the 16 accounts he had open. Sweet, he thought. I can sell these codes on Ebay. He typed a response to the IM note. SpiderGod2379 ElvenLord4589 SpiderGod2379 < GOWI> ElvenLord4589 91
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“We’re too much ourselves. Afra
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5 Desperate Welcome John W. Dennehy
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29 I Am The Butcher Logan Noble By
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Page 91: 89 Terms of Service David E. Cowen
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