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==> Enter name

Dirty whale whore

==>Haha try again
Nice try smart ass
Your name is ( First ) (Last) . Your a (b/c) blooded troll and you have a large amount of interest .

==> Explore interest

You have a large amount of horrible horror movies. You take pleasure in laughing at the stupidity of each and every movie. You also have a large computer set in which you use for hacking, coding, and reading the accasional fanficitions. Your an amauter hacker. You get alot of shit from your friend Sollux Captor about your hacking skills. You two fight on a regular bases , yet you two are inseperable . Even if captor gets on your nerves you have a huge flushed crush on said troll.

==> Be trolled by twinArmageddons

Well speak of the devil look who is pestering you. You make your way over to your fancy office chair and flop into the sit.

chumHandle [CH] begin trolling twinArmageddons [TA]
TA: 2up ___
CH: 0h h3y s0llux wh4ts up ?
TA: nothiing just making better codes then you .

==> Take a moment to think of a come back

CH: W3ll y0u kn0w wh4t!

chumHandle [CH] has lost connection

==> proceed to flip your shit

You bring your hands up and slap them on your face . You muffle curses under your breath.
"..and right when i was about to say something good." You angrily say into your hands .

==> check statues of computer

You finally remove your hands to see that your computer has come down with a virus, and has shut off. You sit and think about what must have caused it to have got the virus. You remember that just a few days ago you were making a virus to send sollux's way.

==> Flashback

Your sitting at your desk like any normal day and waste your life away making codes. You finally make a virus you feel thats worthy of kicking Sollux's hacking down a notch. You put it all together and set it to send to your hacker friend. When suddenly your computer shuts down on you. You curse out loud and bash your face into your hands.

"GOG DAMMIT!"

After several minutes of cursing and staring angrily at your computer screen. You begin the process of getting the virus away. After hours of typing you sit back in your seat and stretch.

"Nice one ___."

You decided its enough coding for today , and get up from your desk . You just hope it doesn't come back to bite you in the ass.

==> End flashback

You sit there angrily as the only reasonable solution is going to suck . Your going to have to ask the very one the virus was made for . Sollux fucking Captor.