Introducing Otiose Organizer

Ousted from his former position as Casino director, Otiose was fired from his virtual playground when it was discovered that his intentions were to enslave children into a life of servitude through the perils of gambling.

Hellbent on seeking revenge, he kidnaps members of his former virtual society and forces them to put their mouths on the nether regions of his newly created mob of Thug Zombies*. Forcing them to join his cause or be cast into the dungeon, forced to endure reading countless thousands of his 'informational' Interwebz posts.

The best course of action when you see Otiose coming, is to trip him as you push him out the exit.



* Bio on Thug Zombies forthcoming - ed

Introducing Jyp from Sckanchoes

When taken in small doses, Jyp's witty repertoire seems refreshing and new. After extended bouts of nauseating walls of self-serving diatribe, however, it becomes clear that Jyp's ideas are rarely his own, and piecing together segments from the intellect of others bolsters his self-confidence. 

Working from inside the local Sckanchoes (skank-ohs) copyshop, Jyp spends his time pouring over the work of others and cross-posting their ideas to the Interwebz to garner popularity and 'cool-kid' points with the other whack-a-loons.  

After exhausting his usual battery of bullshit, he can be found wandering the wasteland of the Interwebz (usually barred from whatever community was unfortunate enough to be 'graced' with Jyp's presence). 

A legend in his own mind, just ask him, he'll happily tell you. 

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 his has been out of date since the late 90s'.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)