I found myself in the middle of a battle. I ducked and dodged and rolled and ran. I didn’t have a weapon at the start, but someone who I think had a sombrero on handed me one and I got right to it. I wasn’t simply trying to eliminate the viruses. I was working out a path, making my way into the building, closer and closer to my target. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and cried out, pulling away from a large virus. My shoulder throbbed as others surged forward and distracted the worm. “Are you ok?” Phantom asked, pulling me up and inspecting my shoulder. “Yeah,” I ground out. “I need to get to the tower!” She nodded and drug me towards ArdentFour, yelling, “Hey! We need a Vel!” A cool dinosaur appeared, eyeing me as Phantom helped me mount him. “Are you sure this is sAAAAAAA-!!!!” I screamed as Vel took off, jumping and swerving until he got me to the tower. I slid off, gave him a quick pat and then ran in the direction I saw cheatcodes go, not having time to consider that I had just ridden a dino. After an awkward elevator ride with a strange janitor that had ‘M.M.M.’ on his name tag later, I was in cheatcodes lair. He hadn’t fled but rather had moved to a large throne room of sorts. It was elaborate and dark, and I didn’t like it, or the amount of viruses hanging out. That’s when I had an idea. I went back to the elevator and found M.M.M.
Six minutes later I had traded my highly developed account in a popular video game and my old clothes, and I was dressed as a janitor.
I quietly pretended to wipe stuff and worked my way towards where cheatcodes was typing on a custom-looking keyboard and glancing at his many monitors. I quietly watched to see what controlled what while wiping down a desk, which was pretty dusty. ‘Does this guy even take care of his evil lair?’ I wondered. He sat back in his chair, studying the monitor. I saw my chance. Grabbing a bucket of soapy water I lept for the console, kicking open a loose panel and dumping the water inside the computer before cheatcodes could react. It sparked and glitched and flashed error signs, right before it exploded in an incredible flurry, thankfully not killing me. I was knocked away hard and fell onto my back, but when I sat up and saw the broken computer I gave out a “Woo-hoo!”. Suddenly, I felt something hard and fast and very painful hit the back of my head. It took me twenty seconds of laying on the floor before I realised I had been punched. And then I registered I was being kicked by a very angry hacker. And then I noticed I wasn’t being destroyed by a virus. It clicked; he couldn’t control the viruses without the now-waterlogged computer! They would glitch and destroy themselves! I came back to myself and grabbed his leg. He screamed some stuff while I pulled out my weapon, a chatter-teeth launcher, and pulled the trigger several times. He stopped kicking me and started running and jumping around the room, trying to get off twenty or so chattering teeth that musta felt weird but couldn’t be doing that much damage. I heard the sound of a lot of people exiting an elevator and quickly glanced over to see that the MBers had made it! Benboy helped me to my feet as several others pointed and laughed at cheatcodes (In their defence, it was a funny sight!). HannahDash handed me something I recognised as a Stungun. I smiled, aimed at the fuming and embarrassed hacker and pulled the trigger with a flash. He wasn’t any cuter sleeping.
Victory. A hero's goal, a villain's goal. Whoever achieves that goal can often sway the direction of the whole world (or the whole internet). We must be careful, as the people, not to give victory to the wrong powers, starting first within ourselves. As Sprocket007 stood for what he knew was right, I urge you: go, stand, and give victory to what is right, inside you, into a struggling life, perhaps into something bigger. Be the hero. Be a voice. Never give up hope. Always love. Always remember the truth. That is what makes a hero.
Part Twelve: Eternal
Light and laughter fill the site. Bright themes fill the sky. Laughter drifts over the posts. Mod Tower stands, repaired in full, looking over the chat site. More users than ever are active, talking, connecting, and sharing stories. I smile, satisfaction and dedication filling me. I would be back. But there’s something I need to do. “You ready, guys?” I ask them, turning towards the small group. They all nod and start leading our prisoner towards the search engine. cheatcodes is not happy about being drafted to help with this, but he doesn’t really get a say. Five seconds later, we arrive at the site, an online video game that ArdentFour says has checkpoint auto-saves. But some of those saves had been lost, locked down by the virus that had invaded their systems a while ago. Just Action #17 looks pretty much just like I remember, except for a few format updates. As we approach, three men come out to meet us. They shake hands with the head mod and myself and then quickly lead us inside. “As I’m sure you know, we thought the virus that breached our system had completely corrupted our files from that day, thus rendering the poor people who died unable to respawn. But we just recently figured out that their code was merely trapped inside data that was blocked off from the system, courtesy of the virus. Whoever unleashed that thing didn’t want to destroy the code, but merely to control it.” The leader of the JA team tells us this as we enter the game’s back hallways. Data streams through the walls on either side of us and consoles connect to the wall at regular intervals, so that the crew can access the data even if they’re between destinations. Our group stops in front of a door labelled “User Data” and the lead man quickly enters a code in a panel on the wall next to the door. A faint click is heard and the door slides open easily, pulling into the wall. We all step inside and the JA leader brings everyone over to a console at the center of the back wall. The massive monitor connects to the wall behind it with thick cables, and code as well as security footage scroll over the screen at an almost dizzying pace. The man steps back and looks expectantly at the mods and their prisoner. “Let’s make this quick.” Benboy says, stepping up with cheatcodes towards the console. ArdentFour steps up on the other side of cheatcodes, and the other two mods, one of which is in a sombrero and seems to look familiar to me, position behind him, stun guns trained on his back. cheatcodes types angrily on the computer, Benboy and Ardent watching his every stroke diligently. A moment later a gritty male voice that was used as the in-game announcer and narrator rumbles out, “Alright, you cutups! Get back in there!” And we all turn to the left towards two rows of respawning pads that begin to light up.
I'll make sure to stand in people's personal space, if I'm lucky somebody will sneeze on me. Part One; Broken
Good, good Carry some pepper along, just in case no one feels like sneezing
Now how to casually pepper people in public..it is Walmart, I might get away with it. Nice moar! I was about to start the pestering again. Part One; Broken
Good, good Carry some pepper along, just in case no one feels like sneezing
Now how to casually pepper people in public..it is Walmart, I might get away with it. Nice moar! I was about to start the pestering again. Part One; Broken
I think the Walmart workers would just keep walking if they noticed. But if they try to stop you, just pepper them; they'll be too busy sneezing to catch you! Ty! Whew! I barely escaped Now to get out the next half and finish up
Now how to casually pepper people in public..it is Walmart, I might get away with it. Nice moar! I was about to start the pestering again. Part One; Broken
I think the Walmart workers would just keep walking if they noticed. But if they try to stop you, just pepper them; they'll be too busy sneezing to catch you! Ty! Whew! I barely escaped Now to get out the next half and finish up
Walmart workers have very broad blind spots. No hurry, cause then there won't be anymore active stories for me to read, and that'd be sad. Part One; Broken
I think the Walmart workers would just keep walking if they noticed. But if they try to stop you, just pepper them; they'll be too busy sneezing to catch you! Ty! Whew! I barely escaped Now to get out the next half and finish up
Walmart workers have very broad blind spots. No hurry, cause then there won't be anymore active stories for me to read, and that'd be sad. Part One; Broken
More broad than truck drivers' blind spots, some might say That's good, because I've been pretty slammed lately Also, you don't really think I'd leave y'all high and dry without an active story, do ya?
Walmart workers have very broad blind spots. No hurry, cause then there won't be anymore active stories for me to read, and that'd be sad. Part One; Broken
More broad than truck drivers' blind spots, some might say That's good, because I've been pretty slammed lately Also, you don't really think I'd leave y'all high and dry without an active story, do ya?
And constantly moving. Ooh? *anticipation builds* Part One; Broken
I quietly pretended to wipe stuff and worked my way towards where cheatcodes was typing on a custom-looking keyboard and glancing at his many monitors. I quietly watched to see what controlled what while wiping down a desk, which was pretty dusty. ‘Does this guy even take care of his evil lair?’ I wondered. He sat back in his chair, studying the monitor. I saw my chance. Grabbing a bucket of soapy water I lept for the console, kicking open a loose panel and dumping the water inside the computer before cheatcodes could react. It sparked and glitched and flashed error signs, right before it exploded in an incredible flurry, thankfully not killing me. I was knocked away hard and fell onto my back, but when I sat up and saw the broken computer I gave out a “Woo-hoo!”. Suddenly, I felt something hard and fast and very painful hit the back of my head. It took me twenty seconds of laying on the floor before I realised I had been punched. And then I registered I was being kicked by a very angry hacker. And then I noticed I wasn’t being destroyed by a virus. It clicked; he couldn’t control the viruses without the now-waterlogged computer! They would glitch and destroy themselves! I came back to myself and grabbed his leg. He screamed some stuff while I pulled out my weapon, a chatter-teeth launcher, and pulled the trigger several times. He stopped kicking me and started running and jumping around the room, trying to get off twenty or so chattering teeth that musta felt weird but couldn’t be doing that much damage. I heard the sound of a lot of people exiting an elevator and quickly glanced over to see that the MBers had made it! Benboy helped me to my feet as several others pointed and laughed at cheatcodes (In their defence, it was a funny sight!). HannahDash handed me something I recognised as a Stungun. I smiled, aimed at the fuming and embarrassed hacker and pulled the trigger with a flash. He wasn’t any cuter sleeping.
Victory. A hero's goal, a villain's goal. Whoever achieves that goal can often sway the direction of the whole world (or the whole internet). We must be careful, as the people, not to give victory to the wrong powers, starting first within ourselves. As Sprocket007 stood for what he knew was right, I urge you: go, stand, and give victory to what is right, inside you, into a struggling life, perhaps into something bigger. Be the hero. Be a voice. Never give up hope. Always love. Always remember the truth. That is what makes a hero.
Part Twelve: Eternal
Light and laughter fill the site. Bright themes fill the sky. Laughter drifts over the posts. Mod Tower stands, repaired in full, looking over the chat site. More users than ever are active, talking, connecting, and sharing stories. I smile, satisfaction and dedication filling me. I would be back. But there’s something I need to do. “You ready, guys?” I ask them, turning towards the small group. They all nod and start leading our prisoner towards the search engine. cheatcodes is not happy about being drafted to help with this, but he doesn’t really get a say. Five seconds later, we arrive at the site, an online video game that ArdentFour says has checkpoint auto-saves. But some of those saves had been lost, locked down by the virus that had invaded their systems a while ago. Just Action #17 looks pretty much just like I remember, except for a few format updates. As we approach, three men come out to meet us. They shake hands with the head mod and myself and then quickly lead us inside. “As I’m sure you know, we thought the virus that breached our system had completely corrupted our files from that day, thus rendering the poor people who died unable to respawn. But we just recently figured out that their code was merely trapped inside data that was blocked off from the system, courtesy of the virus. Whoever unleashed that thing didn’t want to destroy the code, but merely to control it.” The leader of the JA team tells us this as we enter the game’s back hallways. Data streams through the walls on either side of us and consoles connect to the wall at regular intervals, so that the crew can access the data even if they’re between destinations. Our group stops in front of a door labelled “User Data” and the lead man quickly enters a code in a panel on the wall next to the door. A faint click is heard and the door slides open easily, pulling into the wall. We all step inside and the JA leader brings everyone over to a console at the center of the back wall. The massive monitor connects to the wall behind it with thick cables, and code as well as security footage scroll over the screen at an almost dizzying pace. The man steps back and looks expectantly at the mods and their prisoner. “Let’s make this quick.” Benboy says, stepping up with cheatcodes towards the console. ArdentFour steps up on the other side of cheatcodes, and the other two mods, one of which is in a sombrero and seems to look familiar to me, position behind him, stun guns trained on his back. cheatcodes types angrily on the computer, Benboy and Ardent watching his every stroke diligently. A moment later a gritty male voice that was used as the in-game announcer and narrator rumbles out, “Alright, you cutups! Get back in there!” And we all turn to the left towards two rows of respawning pads that begin to light up.
We watch excitedly as six people spawn in. They’re all obviously groggy from their stay in the game's memory, which had been something akin to being asleep, and they slouch, rubbing their eyes and looking around. Our small group lets out a cheer and we all laugh happily at the sight of the freed users. As the Just Action men quickly check the newly-respawned people out to make sure they’re okay, the mods secure cheatcodes and swiftly move him away from the computer. I quickly push my way through the small crowd and search, almost feverishly and then… I see him! I race over, grabbing my sleepy-looking best friend and hug the fire out of him. He grips me back, wheezing from lack of oxygen and saying, “Whoa! What happened? Why are you squeezing the life out of me?” I grin at him, holding back happy tears. “Have I got a story to tell you!”
As we step off the motherboard bus together my best friend, Caden110, gives a low whistle. “Dude, you did all that without me?” He shoots me a scornful look, but I just laugh. The mods break off from our group, taking cheatcodes away to be secured in Mod Tower prison for a very long stay. “I would've loved to have you along, but I thought you were dead. Anyway, I think it actually helped me more that I had to do this without you. It taught me that I could be brave, that I could face something terrible and take it head-on. I would never have had to do that if you had been here to do it for me.” I respond. We share a sad smile and then I stir myself. “Cade, I’ve got some friends I want you to meet. They helped me all along my journey. I would never have been able to start, much less finish, this without them. They're this way, come on!” We head off into the chat site towards the Hot-in-tot, where my friends are getting some tacos and soda.
“CONgrats, Con. Looks like you picked a great hero. Let’s go get a bite.” Benboy says as they leave the hallway. cheatcodes watches the two mods leave the cell block, a dark glint in his eye. “Yes, you picked very well… it has been a while since I’ve had such a hindrance. But hindrances have never truly stopped me before.” A cold smile curls his lips. It would only be so long before someone would slip.
Goodbye, you guys! This story is finished… for now. It was fun (and slightly stressful, but totally worth it) to write for you, and I hope you enjoyed it even more than I did! I’ll have to figure out what to write next, and I can’t wait to see you there when I do! I’d like to give a big, Texan hat-tip to The Great Con for giving me feedback, and asking for moar. Thank you all for reading my story, and I hope Sprocket’s Journey has inspired you. Have a great day!
Now, how to collect more... 
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Now to get out the next half and finish up 
Glad I got to be around for it! I'll keep an eye out for any future stories. 
Glad I got to be around for it! I'll keep an eye out for any future stories. 
(Also sorry, I did not see this ![[fp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/npbLCuGzrLApxWtWqy0u.png)
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