Introducing the Wretched Mister Whozits

Have tent, will travel.... to poach wireless signals. Mister Whozits has always dreamed of becoming the most evol mastermind that ever surfed the cyberwebz. Having little to do as he resides with 'friends', he poaches wireless signals so he can create endless Internet loons toons for the purpose of realizing his dream.

If you haven't gotten a PM from Whozits, you haven't been around long enough. Eventually exhausting his list of potential allies, Whozits will commence with the standard griefer-kit playbook.... his has been out of date since the late 90s'. Typical modes of operation include replying to himself in the form of alts, stroking the buttons while cackling wildly, and contacting everyone with the same cut and paste rhetoric. In between moving his 'base of operations' and creating new personas, Mister Whozits has little time for any real life, and is content to wander the Internets imagining himself as the Cyber version of Jesse James or Billy the Kid.

The coming of Zero Burn.....

Overheard on vent.....

Zero Burn: Now that we have sweet hacker handles, we can register at IoMP. Once we get online, we'll know who all of the information on who's who.

Acid Reflux: Rub my nipples! Wait, wut? 

Zero Burn: They know who they are, and now I need to know who they are. Buffy, Nipply, LaTigra, Tits McGee, and Cunt McMoldyvag are all the SAME BITCH! Then I can get back at her for being mean to me in private. That stupid whore is going down!

Acid Reflux: How we gonna do that boss?

Zero Burn: I bought this Alt Detektur from some drunk idiot at a truck stop. I don't think he knew what he even had. But now it's mine, and we're going to crush those evil whores!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larry haz a plan.....

Private Message Exchange....

BigDawg: You didn't take the IP Tracer out of the server room did you?

Larry: Maybe. It's useless anyhow. 

 BigDawg: What did you do with it?

Larry: I sold  the alt detector to IoMP. 

BigDawg: What? We don't have an alt detector.

Larry: Not anymore I done sold it. IP Tracer, alt detector, it's all the same. 

BigDawg: This isn't going to end well.

Larry: (HIC)(GURGLE)(SLAM)

That Buffy is a real problem.....

Private Message Exchange.....

MAC: Buffy one-upped us again. She told everyone she was Larry, and posted details of my bot to IoMP. Now Larry is banned.

Dirty Sanchez: That super-smart she-demon! What are you going to do about it?

 MAC: I've activated the next wave, they've begun breaking down their morale. It was easy enough to sprinkle in some half-truths and get the rumor mill crunching.

Dirty Sanchez: You better hope so stupid. Or you're going to sucking sweat off my sack for the next century! You're shenanigans are beginning to bother me.

GUS Re-visist the rules.....

Posted on Isle of Misfit Posters, Curb Feelers, and Phuzzy Pheelings.....

GUS: I am scho schick of dis nonshense with that lonely bitch LilyAnne. All day long callin' mah housch and letting the motha fukin' phone ring. Brrrrring. Brrrrrrring.

When I answer it, is she happy.... fuck no. She's got PMS. Permanenant motormouf syndrum. All day long, dis bisch is makin' fun of me, dat bisch is makin' fun of me. I got buschted sendin' emailsch to dat bisch, everyone's a bisch but LilyAnne. Poundin' on dat agree button like dere's a chocolate inside if you schmash it enuff.

Now we poschted the rulesch. Wanna no wut da rulesch say? LilyAnne cannot post on the forum, ever again. And since you're such a smart motha fuka you can't schend anymore hatemails eitha. LilyAnne, cannot send Buffy emailsch, eva again.

Those are the rulesch, posted on the Internetz. So suck it bisch!