I'll get that pesky Buffy, and her little blog too...

Overheard on vent.....

Duhsure: Even though I'm trying to make it look like I don't care, that bitch is really pissing me off. I'm getting sick of ignoring her stupid little blog. Can't you just help me get rid of her?

Pope Lester: I'm already on the hook enough. You're not the only one who knows I hacked the board, and fucked with all of those people. If someone else decides to talk I'm gonna be crucified.

Duhsure: I wouldn't worry about that most of the people are sheep. After all, she has everything except video of you actually doing the hack and yet here you sit, while a good portion of people are just going on about their lives. Sheep. Followers. Worthless. So easy to manipulate.

Pope Lester: Well, don't worry about it. I have someone working on the problem. I'm sure she'll stop telling everyone about what I did, and let's leave it at that.

Duhsure: Hah. Why? Did you

sell your soul? lol.

Pope Lester: -_-

Introducing Imope: Former Curb Feeler, registering at the Isle.....

Imope feels the crushing weight of desperation as he watches the world decay and corrode around him. Imope craves attention, and will post faux goodbye threads, talk about the misery that makes up his life, and trod all over upbeat posts and threads where others are feeling more chipper.

Imope will engage users primarily to discuss his disengagement from life.

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A Ignominious covenant is born.....

Private Message exchange.....

Pope Lester: Someone sent me an anonymous e-mail telling me you were the man who could get things done. I figure it must be true, because it came from the Internet. So here I am. I need some help getting that crazy bitch off my ass, so I can get back to being a degenerate.

Dirty Sanchez: MMmmHmm you have some nice buns deary. Aren't you worried that the big man upstairs is going to make a sadface?

Pope Lester: Wut? Oh the collar. That's not real. I'm not a priest, I just pretend to be one on Curb Feelers. It makes people feel safer so they don't look in my direction when I'm molesting them with my cyber-kiddie skills.

Dirty Sanchez: Saucy! I like you. You're yummier than a lubed up truck driver in a gimp mask. Honey we need to become sexy girlfriends. Let me show you how to do this shit right. Just agree to give me that useless soul you're carrying around and I'll take care of the rest.

Pope Lester: So, if I give you my soul, which is empty and worthless anyhow, you'll stop that bitch from posting all those facts about how I hacked the board, and tweaked all those users, reading PMs and posting with their names to stir shit. Making alts and hacking into users computers, setting up honey pots and locking up gimps in my basement..... you'll stop her?

Dirty Sanchez: She'll never say another word about it.....

Pope Lester: Sounds great to me. Fax that shit over here and get a move on.

Dirty Sanchez enlists a minion.....

Private Message exchange.....

Dirty Sanchez: Listen up, silly man. You're gonna make some alts and go forth to unleash large quantities of silliness on Curb Feelers.

MAC: Haha, I'm gonna do that anyway. Why should I work for you?

Dirty Sanchez: Because silly buns, I can make you super powerful and stuff. If you come be my little pookie muffin, I'll make you ruler of my ssssssyber army sweetie.

MAC: I'll have to mull this over.

Dirty Sanchez: Don't think about it too long sport, I might get bored and find some other super special sillyman. Toodles.