((Assuming you don't have a modern antivirus, you are suddenly greeted by a popup similar to this one upon clicking this link, your computer/PDA frozen. After ten minutes, it crashes. Any attempts to relaunch it result in the same thing happening once more; the malware's notification popping up and freezing everything, and your computer/PDA crashing. If your character pays the fee, the virus is removed (as promised). Whether they choose to pay or not, leave an OOC post describing how the virus effects your character.))
((First)) ((Orph is confused and lets it happened leaving his computer to eat some hotdogs the virus shows you his browsing history of searching for hotdogs pictures and how to kill dyslexia with multiple searches showing him spelling both wrong so many times before getting it right.If you were to look through his personal information you would find he is 21 His name is Orph Orphius and he is an R.A employee))
((Stab-Dancer angrily throws her PDA at the ground smashing it to pieces instantly, mainly annoyed that the ''booty'' mentioned wasn't of the pirate kind, her internet history contains mostly visits to knife, and pirate gear auctions on Ebay))
((Omizu questions why she even clicked on the link; quickly evaluating her own sanity. Luckily she keeps up to date on her technology and dismisses the virus with no problems. Though if one tried hard enough, some tracking cookies may be left in her history until she clears it.))
(( Leg.exe stares blankly at his computer, clicking violently in a vague attempt to fix his problem, eventually coming to the conclusion that it will go away. He leaves for a solid four minutes and returns with a glass of milk of questionable origin. He sees the problem has not left, and leaves his shitty little mud hut towards the left of nowhere to visit his nonexistant boss, after he gets into his sloppily made ship, he leaves the planet, going to visit his nonexistant boss, annoying hundreds upon hundreds of people, asking if they are his boss and if they can help him with a problem. He is consistently denied and returns home, hoping the problem has left. It has not. He blankly stares once more, and accidentally tips his glass of questionable milk, frying his computer, and continues staring. He clicks more, though it does nothing, and throws his computer through his door in a fit of confusion, then brings it back to it's desk, reconnecting it, and clicking more. The computer now works, but is in shambles, and he can do nothing with it. He lives out the rest of his day pretending to play Solitaire. ))
(( Dirt-Feet looks in disbelief at the popup, then setting his datapad down on the table and lightly mutters the word "Pluck" alot. ))
((John M893-CV: Sitting upon his throne in Taranis and opening StarNet with his optics out of boredom, he accesses the link to stumble upon this virus. Being Glitch, it mostly caused him a major headache, followed by an hour of smashing his head against the closest wall until his system got rid of it. "I need a drink..." he thinks after his ordeal. Firestabber: Booting the poorly made out-dated piece of junk of a computer that only displays binary (Florans, wooo!), he checks out the link, mostly wondering what "disfunctional" means on the pop-up. "Hsss Floran ssshow disssfa-... disssfuncatil-... HSS thing to hoomun piece of ssscrap!" he says before taking the computer, beaming down to Taranis, asking headache suffering John to open the gates to the edge of the Abyss, before lobbing the computer in there. "Hsss ssstupid hoomun junk..." he mutters as he leaves. That link was quite literally the first link the Floran clicked with the piece of junk.))
((AKA DIED.)) ((Billiards, being bored to fuck, decides to search around Starnet, and, upon, seeing the link, can't help but click, expecting pictures of horrid, disgusting monsters, instead cackling in joy as he thinks about everyone else's possible reactions to the obvious malware, his top of the line anti-viruses eliminating it in no time flat.))
Scruffy crys in anguish, his unending yearning for exotic rears being snuffed out by the most malicious of toxic internet trolls wherever he may roam. Never again may he hope. Never again may he dream of a world where the Rump invites itself into Scruffy's life. All of Scruffy's search history is in relation to exotic butts. Floran butts, Apex butts, Avian butts. Glitch butts. Especially glitch butts. If you open up his Starnet Cloud Drive, there's numerous references to wishing to find the perfect butt.
*Harl* *he sits quietly, his hands on his desk, contemplating hunting down the person who did this to him and ripping their intestines out. Eventually he sighs, pays the fee (using Hans's bank account), and opens another tab, continuing his quest for the most perverse things on the internet*
As Sanguine wastes his time eating ham, drinking only the most sugar-filled, the most carbonated and the most diabetes-causing soda there is to find in this sector he stumbles sees the pop-up pop up and immediately clicks it the moment he recognizes the word booty which he knows means butts, the message shows and he tries to read it correctly at which he fails, what he is more concerned about is the clear lack of booty, frustrated he flips the desk the monitor, keyboard and mouse had been sitting on, having them fall on the ground with a clattering sound, still the cables remained connected and as he left to go bother some people with annoying questions. While he did return he did not turn the machine off and the virus had free playing grounds to go onto his computer to meet the other 77 viruses already on the computer, Sanguine's a lot of his searching history consists of him having looked up pictures of food, mainly ham, some unimportant E-mails full of spelling- and grammatical errors, and a text document which comprises of the word ham typed around three thousand times. He tried using the machine again a few days later but to no avail, he decided to take it to a random planet and burn it,he wept a single tear and moved on with his life. ((I love this))
[Sprocket: Sprocket opens the link out of curiosity and boredom. After the virus payload activates and freezes her machine, she cusses up a storm and has a go at herself for being so god damn stupid. After waiting the ten or so minutes for the system to completely crash and restart, she manages to tab round it and fight it off with her antivirus software, however, before it is deleted, it manages to mass mail itself to random people in her contacts list. Junko: Junko receives a message from Sprocket talking about hot alien booty. Junko, being a fan of hot booty, even if they are owned by aliens, opens the link, and immediately gets virused. Unable to remove the virus, she decides that the Iphone 414 is actually a piece of shit, and uses it as target practice with her pistol. Her internet history is somewhat boring, misc videos on various subjects, a few relatively normal pornography pages etc. However, when she opens her bank account, she finds it completely drained of funds. The bank teller would now have to deal with a furious Hylotl ex asteroid miner. Isembard: Isembard receives an email from Sprocket also, and his computer gets bricked by the virus. While not getting infected himself, he rages, rips out the HDD, throws it into the air, and whacks it with his axe. His search history contains a large amount of searches regarding beards, and beard units, as well as the misc things you might expect from a sort of nordic glitch with an epic steel wool beard.]
*After accidentally clicking the link, he stares down as his wrist device as it freezes up. He mutters something as he taps away, and after a few failed tries at beating the virus, he just shuts his wrist device off, and downloads some anti-virus shit on his computer, which he then hooks his wrist device up to. And then purges the virus. It would of found very little on his wrist device. Possibly his personal logs, and some random notes on things.*
Mizhua: A newcomer to technical devices, she only checks her personal messages and Armada database. Xiomara: Doesn't even own a pda/phone/etc. Only a radio. Lyra: Out of range. VERY out of range.
