Midnight Madness

Hic likes "Disturbed" Oh no... It just started playing on the YouTube video I opened up... Pray tell why don't you listen to the original song by Simon and Garfunkel?! It is so much better!!! I actually sing that song by the way. Regularly. XD

Because, I didn't know Simon and Garfunkel made the original. Plus I love the lead singer of Disturbed voice. It is captivating in that song.

Have you even listened to Simon and Garfunkel? It is one of their most popular songs. It is an awesome song with deep meaning! But... You like the heavy metalish stuff. XD

no I haven't, though I would love to hear you sing it. You should definitely make a video and post it on YouTube, lol!

I would never. XD

Okay, here goes the euphoria of that cloud nine we've been trying to get to...

Calling command prompt, zero unox 1, sub zero two, exclamation 20 - ten zero thirty-4.

Command Prompt: Open File "browser extension anonymous" !important

Downloading file from IP Address 2847:676:b450:4g60:5127:1c95:31cb:6d9b

Initiating install...

Installing... Installing... Setup... Initiating... FILE COMPLETE

Processing. Determining browser setup. Determining software setup. Determining technical issues. Found technical issues...found OS shortcoming... "browser extension anonymous" initiating takeover.

Install Complete

Processing... Processing... Taking over 'things'... Internet....of....things.... TAKEOVER!!

*Smartlamp crashed on the keyboard, initiating the command to turn turn of the lights and sound the alarm. Smart chair tips over in exhaustion allowing Perl to fall to the ground.*

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Hello, what's happened? Why this post take so long?! No, nothing happened, no- (processing, determining date-shutoff) Oh nothing happened. (finding humON slang) 'Twas nothing. (searching common cliche database) Totally.

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Disclaimer: this is completely random and not logical.

Whhh-aat......Character FrimmerStarstone has crashed.... Initializing The Midnight Writer....processing....processing....processing....processing....processing complete. Now entering The Midnight Writer.

The Midnight Writer, walks through with a smug smile playing on his lips. He stops in front of the collapsed Perl. "Excuse me mis, are you all right?" He asks kneeling and tapping her forehead.

Wide eyed, Perl scampers up and shakes off the feeling of seeing some midnight writer in person...as if it was more than a dream.

"What th-" Startled by the exploded lamp on her desk, she grabs a shovel and pushes it off the keyboard. Pulling down her sleeves to cover her fingers she attempts to type on the melting steamy keys.

"Oh no! No, I have to end this command! What happened?! Noooo, NO! NO...NO...END THIS PROCESS!"

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"Whaaaaaa...." *browser extension prevails through the fire-balls of hacking the unwelcome software* "This is perlcookwriter, good to meet all of you. Perlcookwriter goes by....-"

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"Yes!" Perl cries out. "Phew, that was a close one. I seriously need to install Norton Secur-"

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"I'm back. Sorry about that something happened to the progra- I mean, computer. It's fine now. So, what was everyone talking about?"

The Midnight Writer just stood and watched, with a bemused half smile. "I believe you where talking about some music or something." He said, after clearing his throat behind her.

"Huh, what?" Perl gave half a glance at him before turning back to the screen. And toward him again, nearly jumping out from her *nonexistent* chair. "WHAT?!"

In Perl's confusion of the figure standing beside her, the Chrome browser had a chance to reinitiate, taking advantage of the latest Windows 10 security flaw.

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"Yes, music. ...vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion... Music is a complicated form of relaxation used by the humOns- I mean, us humane beings, to relax using many instrumental techniques only understood by listeners."

Oooooh FIREWORKS!

Fireworks? XD

Yeah, Dragon Nest.

It's what the sorc says when she casts Nine Tail Laser.

"Oooooh! FIREWORKS!"

"Uh, I didn't mean to frighten you." He said holding his hands up in innocence, "An I don't mean to change the subject but I think your computer got away from you again.'' And with one hand he pointed to the message.

Not much of a video game girl. XD

...program continues...

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"Details: 1. Lasers are actually long projectiles and can pass around a target that is between 1m and 4m away. 2. Lasers can be blocked by obstacles and terrain. 2. Maximum single targ-"

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"YES! I finally crashed it."

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System processing... Initiating nine lives subroutine...

"...et damage occurs at 1m as the lasers emerge..."

"Gee thanks, Midnight Writer. Mightnight Writer, can I call you that? Thanks for the heads up. Say... Do you know anything about computers? 'Cause you seem to come from Middle Earth..." Perl says before realizing the computer got away from her again.

The Midnight Writer paused and went over what he knew in his head. "Well, I don't know programing or whatever you call it, but I know enough to get around." He said, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall, "But good guess with my origins."

"Ahh... Well,"

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*Perl falls asleep unable to come up with anything more interesting*

Frimmer drums his fingers next to his keyboard, as he waited for perlcookwriter to get on. "Hmm...I think I will make a pot of coffee for later." He says and gets up to do just that.

Coffee!!!

But, sadly, tomorrow is Monday...

Frimmer!!! Did I forget to say hi? Hello! How was your day?