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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on May 8, 2020 2:02:52 GMT
404 would stay silent, allowing for the exchange between Adrian and Beetle to happen without much intervention unless it was necessary. Adrian's a big boy, he can handle negotiations.
Beetle perked up at the mention of 404's name.
"Oh! Yeah, they mentioned someone was dropping it off." She hissed as the tattoo artist continued touching up her ink. "Hey-- careful, please."
The tattoo artist replied with a "Sorry, Boss."
Beetle turned back to Adrian.
"Uh, what am I doing with these...?" She scratched her cheek nervously with her unoccupied hand. "Yeah, I'm not sure I could legally tell you-- not wanting to self-incriminate and all-- I appreciate the favor, though."
She picked up her phone from her lap, crossing her legs. "I can pay you a shitload if you want, for the inconvenience and everything. You got Venmo?" She waved her phone for emphasis.
Beetle seemed like a rather laid-back kid, but incredibly naive.
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Jan 7, 2020 21:51:53 GMT
"Listen, dude, someone needs to put your richboy ass in place. Might as well be me." 404 was way too nonchalant, especially from behind a screen. "Be careful with Bagelhead over there. Guy's loaded. Just try not to provoke anyone and you'll be fine. Said 'Bagelhead' would rise from the counter, putting him a whole foot taller than Adrian, and would step out, gesturing silently for Adrian to follow past the curtain. He was wearing bright pink slippers. The room they entered had more strange art, a couple of tattooing seats, but was mostly empty save for two people. Grimes was playing on a nearby radio. Sitting in a stool, getting geometric, neon-orange tattoos on her arm touched up was a teen with dark skin and bleached white hair. She was wearing a velvet pink dress and fishnets with extremely expensive sneakers. Something about her screamed rich privilege and status. Spoiled. Bagelhead spoke. "Boss." 'Boss' looked up at the newcomers, and Bagelhead left again, leaving just Adrian, this teen, and the tattoo artist who was too busy with his client to pay Adrian any mind. Boss gave a dimpled smile. "Can I help you?" 404's voice could be heard in Adrian's helmet over the sound of 4AEMS's nickles. "That's Beetle." |
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Jan 7, 2020 3:18:31 GMT
"Yeah, dumbass, walk in. You'll look like an idiot if you just stand there."
When Adrian walks in, he'll be greeted with a dim interior-- dark walls lined with obscure art. Dark sofas stood pressed up against the walls near the entrance. Neon lights were the only thing that illuminated the space, a dim LED afterglow. A red-haired woman with a bionic arm was asleep at one of the sofas, her flesh arm over her eyes. At a desk in front, a gruff dude with a plethora of strange body mods was counting change. There was a black curtain which separated this room from one further in, presumably where people actually, y'know, got tattooed. 404 would pipe up. "Please tell me I don't need to tell you how to talk, either. I'm not a fucking ventriloquist." |
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Dec 21, 2019 19:43:18 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 21, 2019 19:43:18 GMT
Valo Morei's killer, huh? Interesting. Adrian must've really wanted that thing dead, judging by the tone of his voice. Very interesting. "Yeah, I don't blame you. If I lost my brother to some hulking piece of metal, I'd want it in the scrapper, too. I wonder how someone even got a hold of that exosuit, anyway. That's Morei Tech." There was some typing. "You're coming up on your destination soon-- towards the end of the street over there. You might see a couple of deadbeats hanging outside of Mark's. If they give you any trouble, just tell them 404 sent you, but I doubt they'll pay you any mind." |
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Dec 20, 2019 21:32:48 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 20, 2019 21:32:48 GMT
The hacker laughed.
"Are you telling me you don't love some good ol' Rick Astley? Listen, most people will never expect to get rick rolled in this day and age because no one's been rick rolled in like, forever. That makes it perfect." They let out another snort. "Who's your main target, anyway? Some angry ex? Trust me, almost nothing is out of my league. If it were that easy to best me, I wouldn't be where I am now. So shoot-- Who's the lucky lady?" |
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 20, 2019 4:23:12 GMT
404 hummed thoughtfully, their thoughts completely masked.
"Yeah, totally fair, dude. The police force is fucked to all hell right now, anyway. Sometimes you need something different to protect the city. Until the Council shapes up and shuts down corrupt corporations like AI, the police are going to do nothing but hinder the people who actually want to help." There was a pause. "But hey, what do I know? I just get paid to press some buttons and mess with people. Speaking of which-- anyone on your hit list right now? Might be able to rickroll them as a threat, haha." |
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Dec 18, 2019 20:50:53 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 18, 2019 20:50:53 GMT
"Awesome."
If Adrian hadn't looked at his new minimap, he may want to consider using it to guide him to his marked destination.
Though the journey wouldn't be long, 404 was bent on making conversation with the vigilante.
"So. Adrian Taivas, working as a vigilante. What do you even do? What can you do without pissing off the authorities? Until you and your brother were outed as super heroes, I thought vigilantes and masked crusaders were only found in comic books and video games. Proved me wrong." |
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 18, 2019 5:02:43 GMT
404 thought Adrian might relent, eventually. "Good shit. You're not going far-- Beetle may enjoy the privileges of Uptown wealth, but she likes the gritty shit, so she operates mainly on the Outskirts. I thought you might decide to help out here, so I've already started decrypting and reprogramming your helmet, and..." There were a few decisive clicks. "There." The phone call died, suddenly, and the helmet went dark for a second before booting back up. Adrian would be greeted with an upgraded interface as new elements appeared in his vision. Notably, a sort of digital topographical map at the corner where a point of interest was highlighted. New additions included current speed and outside temperature in another corner. The design was not streamlined for Adrian himself to be granted a whole lot of control over, but that was all part of 404's plan. 404's voice could be heard from inside the helmet. "You still with me? Awesome. As you can see, I added a little few things to your helmet's visual interface. Pretty basic for now, but if you're good, I may contemplate on giving you more upgrades. As you can see on your minimap, you're going to be headed west, closer to The Streets. You're looking for a tucked-away tattoo shop called Mark's. Start heading there, and I'll let Beetle's people know you're on your way." |
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Dec 17, 2019 22:49:18 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 22:49:18 GMT
404 found themselves off-put by the idea that Adrian didn't know what one of his newest big competitors was like. "Angelico Industries is what gives massive corporations in this city a bad name. The company's run by some rich prick and his son, Abaddon, and they run the place with a rotten fist. Word is that they overwork and underpay their employees, and any employee uprising results in more than a few disappearances. They've been trying to buy everything in the city, even the government and the police force. Through this, they've stolen patents and designs for their products in the many mergers, getting away with selling other people's tech designs at extortionist prices." It felt like a textbook definition of corporate corruption, but even 404 found themself struggling to condense everything wrong with AI in just a few sentences. "I wouldn't be surprised if they have plants in MT, but considering the fact that none of their current products strike an eerie resemblance to Morei Tech's, I'd say you're safe for now. Don't know how long that will last, though. They're a bunch of sneaky fuckers. They silence everyone that tries to publicize their rampant corruption, which is why you don't hear about how shitty they are on the news. They may even own the city's most prevalent media outlets by now." They sighed. "Point is, they're fucking evil. I know it's hard to just say shit's 'evil' in the twenty-first century, but I can't find another word to better describe them. You're better off talking to some of the men there on the outskirts, I imagine you can probably hear a few firsthand accounts from them, yourself. If you even care." "I like to think local vigilante Adrian Taivas cares enough about the people of the city and his own company to know when shit like this has to be stopped. You're fucking mistaken if you think they won't try to go after Morei Tech, too." |
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Dec 17, 2019 18:30:22 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 18:30:22 GMT
This isn’t like your other dreams. You've never seen this before. You feel small, sitting in a bright room, surrounded by men and women in white coats. The light hurts your eyes, so you have to squint a bit to see properly. You see wiring in your peripheral– that’s when you realize you’re hooked up to brainwave scanners. A monitor reacts to this revelation– reacts to everything you do. The doctors don’t pay you much mind and are busy buzzing about the room, fiddling with strange instruments and devices. You count six of them, covered head to toe, no skin exposed. Are they even human? You don’t think so.The wires tug as you turn your head slightly. There’s a man by the door at your eight o’clock, standing vigilant. You notice the gun on his holster, and wonder if it’s loaded. You imagine it probably is, considering they have orders to shoot if things get out of hand.But everything’s fine, everything’s calm. It always is. There hasn’t been an accident in months, so no one seems too worried about you fidgeting and swinging your legs as they conduct the usual tests.When they’re done, they remove the wires, and thank you as you’re shooed out of the room. Another boy enters when you exit– blonde hair and bright blue eyes, clear and beautiful. Like the ocean. You hope you get to see the ocean one day, so you can tell him his eyes are prettier. He gives you a smile, but it’s so sudden as he brushes by that you don’t have the opportunity to smile back. They don’t mind if you wander. There are enough cameras that they can see you all the time, always watching and waiting. Armed men and women sometimes walk by, some joking, some with dark grimaces on their faces. A woman with blue hair stops and smiles when she sees you, and asks how you’re doing.“I’m tired.” you yawn. You were never good at conversation. Not like the ocean-eyed boy.“Why don’t you go sleep, honey?” she suggests, ruffling your hair playfully.You shake your head defiantly. “No, I want to see the fishies.”She nods, but seems undeterred. “The fish vivariums aren’t going anywhere, you could take a few minutes to sleep, couldn’t you? I don’t want all these tests to overwork you.”You know what she means.Sometimes, after too many tests, kids will retaliate in unnatural ways, leading to accidents. You always wonder where they go afterwards. You hear some of the kids saying they get sent home, since they’re too bad to perform tests on.You know the truth.
This is home. But where do they go, then?You shrug. “Okay. I’ll sleep.”The blue-haired woman seems satisfied with that answers, and pats your head again. “Good. Get lots of rest, okay?”You nod.She walks away, and you don’t go to your room. Instead, you keep trudging down the hallway to the vivariums. You just wanted to see the fish for a little bit– a few minutes wouldn’t hurt anybody.You push the door to the vivariums open softly, careful not to disturb the animals within. There are many plants, and many reptilian, amphibian, and aquatic creatures here. You think the birds and other animals are elsewhere, but you don’t know. This place is too big, sometimes.
You come here for the fish. The entire room is bathed in a soft blue glow as half the room holds various tanks and aquariums, all with exotic fish of all colors and sizes.You’ve named a few after the other kids you’ve met here, but you find it difficult to discern one red fish from the other, so you’re certain you’ve gotten them confused in the past.You sit down in front of a particularly menacing tank– deep and wide and suffocatingly blue.
It’s colorful– an assortment of coral and bright fish swim about effortlessly. You’re mesmerized. You put a hand up to the cold surface of the glass as a fish longer than you are brushes by on the other side. You wonder what their proper names are. The long ones that get you tongue-tied.
There are a lot of names for a lot of things, you think. You wonder if you have a long, complicated name, too. You watch the all the fish swim around, countless colors amidst a blue landscape. You hope you get to see the ocean one day, so you can see all the other types of fish in the sea. You wonder if you’re good enough, maybe they’ll let you work here in the vivariums when you’re older. Then you can learn the names of all these fish and can introduce yourself to them properly.
You don’t know how long you sit there, nose pressed against the glass as you imagine yourself swimming in there with them. You don’t think you know how to swim, but it’s fun to pretend.A hand is placed on your shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin. The fish seem startled by this too, and all swim away. With the magic broken, you turn to face the visitor. It’s a man in a white coat, but he doesn’t look very familiar. He calls you by your name and helps you up, which you politely thank him for.“I have good news for you.”News? You don’t get to ask what it is.“Your tests results are low enough that you get to go home.”“Home? I thought this was home.”“Your new home. With new parents.”Parents?Like a mom and a dad? You feel an indescribable emotion. You think it’s happiness… but also fear.You’re lead to your room, where you grab what few things you own before you’re taken to a part of the building you’ve never seen before.It’s a large room, with wide windows and lots of chairs and tables. It all feels… soft. There are different colors here, too. Warm browns, golds. Nothing like the glaring white hallways you’ve always walked down.There’s a couple sitting at a sofa… you don’t recognize them, but they seem very nice. The woman has a pretty smile that she gives you as soon as she sees you walk in. The man seems happy too, but his eyes were sad and quiet. Opposite them was a man in a dark suit, who you’ve seen around sometimes but have never spoken to. He seems older than anyone else you’ve seen before, and you’re startled when he pats the space beside him. You sit. The man in the white coat leaves the room, and you feel nervous surrounded by so many strangers. You pull the straps of your backpack a little bit tighter.The old man says your name.“These are your parents. You’re going home.” 1,130~ words |
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Dec 17, 2019 12:32:33 GMT
Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 12:32:33 GMT
"By all means, destroy the weapons. I couldn't care one way or another-- I'm just trying to help you out." They paused for a moment. "Are you familiar with the gang ran by Beetle Burgess? Many of her goons are former employees at Angelico Industries-- a corporation we can all say we've run afoul of time and time again. Beetle just wants to give her men an edge in fighting back against the corporation that used and abused them. You couldn't really say no to helping knock them down a peg, could you? They're Morei Tech's greatest competitors, right now. Wouldn't it be ironic?" 404 knew that Adrian had every right to be suspicious. "You'd just have to drop off what you're carrying at a secure location, easy peasy. And if it helps you feel better, I could even ask Beetle to give the weapons back after. She'd have no use for them after this. The kid doesn't even like hurting people all that much." |
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 5:31:44 GMT
"Your prettyboy head can rest easy, I didn't do anything to your sister. It's a different connection, so she's safe and wondering why the hell she can't call you."
When Adrian mentioned the Internet God moniker, 404 let out a chuckle. "So you do know who I am! I was starting to think maybe you were just daft in the head. No, I don't want your stupid weapons, they're of no use to me."
A pause, some curious keyboard clicking.
"If I wanted your tech, I'd already have it. But you're fortunate that I don't like fighting nearly as much as I like giving people the weapons to do so."
Then there was a lot of clicking, almost like smashing the keys.
"I want to help you, Adrian-- With something you might be able to appreciate. But I'm going to need those weapons delivered somewhere else... I'm sure you don't want to take back tech that's half-covered in jizz, do you?"
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 4:02:52 GMT
Regardless of whoever Adrian was trying to call, it would be someone else entirely on the other end of the line.
"You're like a teacher confiscating kids' phones at lunch. D'you break into everyone's houses and steal their tech or do you only steal from the ugly ones?"
There was a short laugh on the other end of the line, but they wouldn't give Adrian the opportunity to speak again.
"Eddie may have been a dirtbag, but you could've at least left the Model-T46 gauntlet. Gee, I could've sworn he wanked with that thing. It's not like you're just going to toss this shit back into circulation."
There was some keyboard clicking.
"And shit, do you really need to call the people on the streets rats? That's a bit harsh, even for a self-righteous prick like you."
Though 404 hadn't formally introduced themself, if Adrian had even half a head on his shoulders, he'd know who he's talking to.
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 17, 2019 2:58:46 GMT
>If there’s one thing everyone knows about the elusive 404;
it’s that no one knows anything about the elusive 404.
But 404 knows everything about everyone. Or at least, if it’s on the internet, 404 has access to that information. They like to regard themselves as all-knowing, but all it takes is one hacked camera feed or a simple social media search for them to see all that they need to know. It’s delightful being a self-proclaimed Internet God, truly.
Years and years of building an empire– all the encryptions and VPNs, the practice and precision– required to put themselves at a level above others has resulted in an intangible power to use technology and the internet to their advantage. Everyone uses the internet– and if you don’t, then are you truly living?
Imagine ending a corrupt politician’s career with just a few doctored tapes and phone calls. Imagine ruining someone’s life by placing a few scandalous images on bright, technicolor billboards. Imagine having nearly every wire and connection at your disposal– to have so much influence from the other side of a screen.
And then imagine using that power to get back at someone for griefing your base in Minecraft.
404 imagined the poor kid was probably hacking– saw the Internet God’s base a million blocks away from 0,0 and under a carefully placed layer of lava. But sonic_shade14 didn’t know who they were messing with.
Imagine 404’s surprise when they log in with the typical
404fuckersss: wassup guys :P
only to be greeted with a base filled with lava and sheep running rampant.
“What the fuck,” they exclaimed, hand gripping their mouse.
“Oh no.”
redhyuga was the first person to speak up.
redhyuga: hey jsyk ithink sonic griefed your base
redhyuga: he was saying something about hitting the jackpot or something and was bragging about going down in history Dx
404fuckersss: o damn
TommWildly: Yeah, me messaged me earlier saying that you need better building skills.
redhyuga: 404s building is great tho :(
404fuckersss: thanks red
TommWildly: He’s probably mad about Hunger Games last week.
Ah, yes. 404 had “whooped some ass” when the group decided to go onto another server for some Minecraft Hunger Games. 404 wasn’t the last one standing, but killed sonic_shade14 in several rounds. They guessed that kind of loss just doesn’t settle well with some people.
Alright, well, revenge is in order.
Fair is fair after all, and crimes must be punished. No, simply banning sonic from the server wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. 404 had to make him pay for his transgressions.
Getting the IP address was nothing. Finding out who owned the IP address was cake. It was embarrassing, really. It was some 19 year old with an internship at Morei Tech–
Wait.
Morei Tech.
The feeling the name evoked was wistful… but the feeling was immediately replaced with a sort of empty resentment.
Morei Tech.
Damn rich kids. You couldn’t get an internship with MT unless you were super gifted or through money and/or nepotism. MT was kind of a joke now. Ever since the passing of Valo Morei and the disappearance of some key individuals involved with the company, the company’s reputation became smeared on the wall like a dead fly. Like blood you can’t get out of your carpet. And it was absolutely pitiful.
404 formerly held Morei Tech in high regards– it was a company that pioneered the technical world and was one of the most successful corporations in Hiraeth City. But with the company’s decline and the rise of corporations like Angelico Industries, it was clear that Morei Tech would not survive much longer.
But something else didn’t sit right with 404.
And his name was Adrian Taivas.
It seems that getting revenge on sonic_shade14 would have to wait.
404 hadn’t thought about the adopted Morei son in a long time. Word was that he’d gone under the radar after his brother’s death– a decision that would later be deemed a wise one, as 404 couldn’t imagine the young man settling well with all the questions from reporters and the tabloids hounding him in search of answers.
404 almost laughed. They could almost picture in their head– some poor, stupid idiot with a microphone and a camera coming up to the himbo and asking all sorts of insensitive inquiries about his brother’s passing. And Adrian doing that dramatic thing celebrities did where they pushed the camera away and got in an exceedingly expensive vehicle. It was a humorous thought.
But Adrian wasn’t as much of a brash idiot as 404 remembered, anymore (He was still a brash idiot, but there's a difference between a teenage brash idiot and an adult brash idiot). Valo’s death was… sobering. And Adrian couldn’t have taken it very well.
No one did.
Morei Tech’s golden boy, discovered to be a vigilante and found drowned to death with all sorts of brutal markings all over his soft body. Sad, really. The world is a cruel place and it was an undeniable tragedy. The media could only focus on one thing for so long though, and after a while, seeing a Morei’s face on every tabloid lost its appeal. So the family was finally allowed to grieve.
404 leaned back in their chair, headphones blasting Passenger of Shit going down around their neck. The buzz of the whirring computer fans was more sobering than the death of some bright-eyed goody-two-shoes.
404 always preferred badboys, anyway.
There was more to Valo Morei’s death than the media and police spoke about. There was more to this mystery than meets the eye. Something was definitely off about the murder, but 404 couldn’t place their finger on it. Who was the armored murderer? What was the motive?
Who’d actually want Valo Morei dead? The boy was a saint.
And so young, too.
A more sympathetic part of 404 thought it was mildly sickening– a more chaotic part reveled in the unrest that followed. It was good for business.
Why did Valo Morei die?
Now that 404’s attention had been taken away from trivial matters like Minecraft, they couldn’t stop thinking about one of the city’s most tragic murders.
Someone had wanted to do a Netflix documentary on it, after the details of his death were made public, but there was too little known about the actual murder for anything substantial.
It was kind of sick that some film students sought to capitalize off the boy’s murder, but maybe it would’ve brought enough attention to the case to warrant further investigation.
Hmm.
Well, it’s not like it matters, now. You can’t un-kill someone, and even if you could, it’s not like 404 would’ve cared enough to prevent it from happening. There was too much on their plate at the time, and who were they to play God?
Oh wait.
They were God. 404 let out a snicker. Then a laugh. And then finally decided to disable sonic_shade14’s Mojang account. 1150~ words |
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Post by 4̸̛̥̭̟̈́͛͜0̵̛̘̟̪͈̖̀4̴̪͐͋ on Dec 11, 2019 3:41:49 GMT
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404's tracker
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Rewards:[break]
Any rewards from mass PM's or for reaching Post Benchmarks here.
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