OOC: Sorry for the long wait, there was just a lot of work I had to do this past week.
But, without much ado, back to the action!
< Glitch: Notice that a matter transmaterializer is hooked up to the computer. Set your GUI to the form of a shoe and escape the computer. After all, the sanctuary is boned. Encourage your shady new friends you cleary don't intend to mug you to tag along.
< Mouse: Set desktop background to a picture of a lake or water or something to extinguish the flames on your war file!
< Famine: Start hogging resources to slow the beast down
< War: Override system authorization to make cookies visible. Hopefully the virus beast will be distracted with Master's personal information.
< Glitch: Report back to your 'friends' that the sanctuary is royally screwed...
< Master Scott: You are now fully dressed. Time to go clubbing! It's not like crazy shit will escape your computer through the matter transmaterializer and raise hell in your apartment while you are gone.
Hey. Great idea. Why don't you go down to the disco, and leave your matter transmaterializer on? It's not like this is a terrible idea or anything.
How's it goin', hot stuff? You'll probably eat this transmaterialized sandwich on the way.
While the cat's away, the mice will play.
Meanwhile...
CHAT LOG
Glitch: Okay, I talked to the guy. He says the Sanctuary isn't safe.
Drpeg: Well, well, well. Thanks for the information, buddy.
jmmy: But we already knew that, buddy.
Glitch: Wha-?
Drpeg: You really don't wanna speak. Give us all your files, and we'll let you out okay.
jmmy: Yeah!
Now this is a problem. How are you going to get out of -
Holy mother of all things holy. WHAT IS THAT?
It looks like something's opened in the Great Blue... But that's never happened! Not in your short lifetime, anyways.
Well, since The Sanctuary's gone to hell anyways, maybe you should just jump into this strange portal.
Meanwhile, again...