Man! I've been up till 4 PM in the morning working on a proper model (you have no idea how frustrating Maya is, and yet it'd be unprofessional for me to say this), so my status is almost fucked up here. Still, I managed a good sleep, and had a really weird dream. (Note: No offense to anybody, it was just a dream)
Sometime in the future I just became an author of a bestselling novel and just wanted to call my folks about it. Their phones weren't connecting, so I thought I'd leave a message on their wall. I clicked on Chrono Compendium just to see what happens, and suddenly Ramsus deleted his account with reason, "Can't take this shit, SOB".
I found it strange since I've never seen Ramsus talk like that before, so I investigated. I saw a user logged in but he/she had zero posts. The user had registered last 6 months ago, but had since been active on merely monitoring someone. Monitoring who? I Ramsus then mailed everyone and warned that we may have a hacker on the loose.
And it happened: Most of the Compendium's most influential members, one by one, began deleting their own accounts with strange reasons like, "My wife left me", "I got bald", or even "I've fallen in love with a toothbrush". I had no time to warn everyone, since they were likely offline, so I decided to change my password. It was like I saw behind the codes that fell like in Matrix, a window to the hacker's own mind. I (somehow) was gifted with some hacking knowledge and decided to bypass my way at tracing the hacker, but somehow he launched a virus that infected my bedroom (don't ask how) and all was dark. I kept receiving calls, but every one of them went missed past two rings. I heard something at the door.
Quickly I withdrew my trusty Beretta 92 (how is that trusty in the first place when I've never purchased it?) and stalked my living room (even though there's no place to hide in my living room; it's friggin small). I went out the door, holding my gun, and surprisingly arrived above an airport. How was this possible? Did he simply teleport my house with a virus? I tried my best to remain out of sight, but little did I know I had a sniper pointing in my direction. And since it was my dream, I knew where the sniper was hiding, and simply shot him. Somehow he survived and lunged at me with a knife. I battled him with Muay Thai, and he fell down the stairs. I rushed through the now visible archway and arrived in a small room, and a TV was on with someone's face smiling.
"Greetings!" Said Dark Serge.