Chapter One – (Act Two)
Our democracy, our constitutional framework is really a kind of software for harnessing the creativity and political imagination for all of our people. The American democratic system was an early political version of Napster. – Al Gore
I held the back of AnnHiro’s head securely. I lurked around the empty street and didn’t find an abandoned vehicle other than mine, so I assumed AnnHiro was a pedestrian. In the distance, I seen a user with a rainbow robe blurting out the most irrelevant words. I ignored all the chaos that was going through this town. Dinosaurs having intercourse with cars, Inverted Mario heads trying to explode your ear with annoying altered music, and other annoying rejected memes.
And this was just a glimpse of what I saw; I haven’t even been in the city yet.
Then, I remembered AnnHiro. He was still deceased without a proper burial. I was guilty, but I knew this city didn’t care.
I walked through the town of deadpool, seeing nothing but mutants of undesirable internet relevance. As I finally entered the city, I took a glance into a warehouse. I heard yelling in there.
It disgruntled me. I still walked towards the direction of my new house, but still trying to look what was inside of that warehouse. I began so interested with the dilemma I kept walking until-
A soft thud. My head bumped into a barrier. I looked up and what I saw appeared to be Sagat from Street Fighter.
“You like some cornflakes?” He asked.
“Shut up..” I walked his direction and bumped him out of the way with my shoulder.
“You are fishdick!” He yelled at me!
All I could think of while walking home was everyone at the Research Lab back in Submissionopolis.
All I could think of was about what happened the day before I was booted from Submissionopolis.
I was just getting ready to present my last entry, and he was 404’d…
“Any other troll-mates, Andrew?” asked a voice.
“Hector…..” Andrew said.
“Ah, yes. The belligerent one. Well, I’ll go get the ban-hammer.”
“Yes, sire.” Andrew said.
I heard them that faithful day. Andrew was a snitch – a dirty, lying snitch!
I kept walking and found my new apartment. I knocked on the door to look for the landowner. The door lurched and then fell on it’s back. Typical. I walked into a room until I was immediately manhandled to the floor by someone. He put my face on the floor so I couldn’t get a competent view of him. He restricted my arms from movement and whispered closely to my ear.
“There is a conspiracy that lies within this town. You know there are helpful admins, but there is bad ones also. I don’t know which one of the admins is securing the secret of what they’re doing. They made deadpool a wasteland and dumping users to inhabitant in it. They’re even 404ing users. I know what you’ve heard. I know what you’ve seen. We know you are, and we will be back to help”
He let go and fled away quickly. I turned around as fast as I can, but no luck.
I was left with confusion, but at least now I know something’s wrong, and I might be the one who has to fix it.