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music to listen this to)
The rain was pouring down, pattering against the windows as if they wanted to go inside. I was alone in my office, the fourth black tea today being my only way to stay awake.
@BlackGeneral was tied to the bed after working himself to sleep again and
@TheTopAdventure was also resting after his successful expedition. Finally peace and calm, or so I thought before the door was opened. A stranger entered the office, swaying back and forth as if his spine couldn't hold his own body weight. Equally strange was his request.
"A button for the destruction of yuri?", I asked, taken aback, "You do know that we are not a curiosity shop, right? 'Cause this would be the first time I have ever heard of something like this." The stranger simply nodded. Of course, a man of few words, like every other user around here with secret ambitions. "And I am sure you understand the gravity of this task. Searching, no, even thinking about something like this will make you the enemy of every Yurican. They would come out faster than wasps from their nests. And don't get me started on the junkies. If they catch even a whiff of this whole case the MODs will have a field day cleaning the aftermath. It could even turn worse than the Hombre disaster." He nodded again, my words seemingly not reaching him. Sighing, I continued: "Either you are a lunatic or a lunatic with much wealth and followers. No matter what, this whole thing will end in nothing but strike-shet, rivers full of hatespeech and streets full of deleted users. You would be in the midst of this crossfire. Should we take this case our agency too. I can't risk our lives for the ideals of one user."
The stranger was seemingly doing something insides his trench coat, one could even hear a pluritude of whispers. After some time he threw a big sack of money on the table. "Small payment...., in advance." Whoever he was, he had the financial means. This wasn't even your usual Reaction money, no, pure
Points. Valuable, highly sought after, rare and...
...impossible for a normal user to come by.
They were never distributed, neither in V3 nor in V5. Was a MOD baking him? What for and why? Dispute within their ranks? Have they grown bored? I could feel my brain cells whiring and clacking, like the machinery of the Posting library. "This is all nice and dandy", I replied after thinking for some time, "but the money is worth nothing if we end up banned." "No problem... I will take care... of the button. Just need to know.... the location.", his words spoken with great deliberation. "So you just need us to find where the button is located? Can't say I am frilled helping someone start a war in the Forum. Should we accept I want no traces leading back to us, am I clear?" "As said,.... so done"
I sighed, my nerves at their limit. I would first need to consult with my team members before risking all of our lives. Still, those
Points. Even now their shine and allure sang sweetly to my ears. Enough to make a regular user sick. "Alright, I will have to talk with my colleagues on this matter. You should come back in four to five days, giving us enough time to answer your proposition by then." Simply nodding, the figure shifted back outside, disappearing within the rainy streets of thread activity. No use tailing him, the Forum offers the perfect hiding spot for users of all class and mass. I leaned back on my seat, wide awake, thinking about the whole case.
Why exactly us? Revolutions weren't something new and fights could break out daily here, but why involve us? This question bore itself in my skull, not giving me a peace of mind.
Status Report
Case: not yet accepted, discussion needed
Notes: smells like a trap; someone else seems to be pulling the strings and I don't like being a wooden puppet
