-Upon clicking the link, unless you have some pretty strong AntiVirus software, then a ding would be heard as a /lot/ of popups appear on your computer. They appear to be selling stuff like illegal weapons, drugs, ways to get skinny, and a bunch of other stuff like that. It would also make a different message appear which has the "X" button gray'd out, you can only press the maximize button and the minimize button on the window. It would say "GG. Wire me 8,000 pixels within two days or else a /lot/ of personal info will be leaked. You've got /two/ (2) days. Wire them here: throwawayemail@starmailnet." The window would have three options: Okay, Wire, and Fuck you. If you clicked Fuck you, then another popup would appear saying "The time has been shortened to 1 day." with "Okay" and "Wire."- (( I want some funny reactions, people. )) [email protected]
*conor logs in, and clicks the link, and gets to the okay, wire, and fuck you segment, and clicks okay, not wanting to be rude or give in. Personal info: One email, the welcome to starmail email. Other than that absolutely fucking nothing*
*Vireo stares at his PDA screen, assuming the wire thing is a hoax. He clicks 'pluck you', looks at the message following it, and then restarts his PDA. He runs a ton of antivirus scans, just to be safe, and removes a pretty nasty peice of malware.*
Leg.exe boots up his Easy-Bake Microwave, which somehow has been juryrigged into becoming a personal computer. He clicks on the link, because he is an important person with important intentions. As he clicks it and the pop-ups come up one after another, Leg.exe begins to flail about wildly, like a muppet. He is important now. He realizes. I. Am. Important. He then sees the final pop-up. He clicks on 'Wire'. But unfortunately, Leg.exe has no money. The information leaked is the following: All 4,827 of his e-mail addresses, 301 pieces of log-in information to long-dead websites, several dozen phone numbers with no names attached to them, and all of his artwork. His artwork that seems to be drawn by an eight year old with MS Paint. Yes, he scribbled and colored all the holes different colors. No other information is found, as Leg.exe is far too edumacated and integillent for these heinous acts.
Sitting at his computer, in a very meta way on account of his slaughtering months before, the megalomaniac villain known as the ALMIGHTY OVERSEER froths in rage upon opening what he believed to be very important mail. In a fit of rage, he mashes the "pluck you" button despite being absolutely disgusted by the vernacular. However, it is to no avail as he now realizes that his SUPER COMPUTER will likely be infected forever. Or at least until he wires this guy some money. And after that fit of stupidity he likely only has a matter of hours. Begrudgingly, he opens his pixel wire account. Yup, there is still a shitload of nothing in there. He wonders why he even bothered. Wandering through his space mansion, he finds himself lost on account of being a useless tool, as well as having designed his labyrinth like house to function as a secret base. He wastes no less than three hours simply trying to find his vault room, which as it turns out was right down the hall from his computer room. He briefly wonders if anyone has ever built a better secret lair than he has. Upon entering the vault room, Overseer walks over to the retinal scanner. He hates this thing. He hates this stupid thing almost as much as he hates other stupid things that he hates a lot. Realistically he probably hates this stupid thing on the account of his improper installation of it. Months earlier, he would have installed his own laser scanner into the retinal scanner. Unfortunately as something of a doomsday buff, he would have installed a similar laser to that of a laser rifle. Placing his eye into the scanner, he prepared his body. After rolling around screaming for about an hour, after his eye skin had grown back, he opened the vault to find mountains and mountains of gold. Despite gold still being precious, it turns out that trading all of your money that can be used to print literally anything, including gold, for a mountain of this crap, was a hideously unwise business decision. But he knew he looked like a total badass opening his vault. Looking inside, he briefly pondered diving into his riches, akin to an extremely wealthy Scottish duck from human lore. Upon trying it however, he would once more revel in pain as he realized that his mountains of gold coins was not something you could swim in, and instead held the consistency of concrete. This surely did not make him look badass. However, it did give him an idea. After the pain subsided, he would drag in his brilliant invention; The FTL Teleportal Ray Beam (working title). He would try to think of an eye pun for it later and likely name it something even worse. It likely would not be too dissimilar to his trying to name the laser vision he invented, naming it "eye vision", completely oblivious to the idiotic nature of the title. Typing in the email into the machine, he had set a destination. He let the machine warm up quickly before connecting to Starnet, and firing the laser. All of the gold evaporated in his vault immediately. It was a total success. However, as Overseer had merely set an email, the mountain of gold was merely dumped onto an email sever somewhere in space. As it was now weightless, the gold would simply gently float away, leaving the server unharmed, and Overseer completely penniless. Or rather it would have if any of this had actually happened. It didn't, because as it turns out, Overseer was dead months before receiving this email. What a shame he was too, otherwise something funny might have happened.
*Iveta* *She would look at it, completely motionless, then take out her mace and smash the stupid thing, copying the scorched earth policy of her late commander. If the virus managed to snatch anything, you would find numerous digital copies of ultra-nationalistic Latvian magazines, videos of armored soldiers marching in what appears to be a human colony ship, the date being almost a decade earlier, and a singular .png file of herself, looking uncharacteristically happy, posing for a picture with several other humans and Apex. she and the other humans are wearing the same armor you may have seen in the previous videos.*
Braun would click on the Starnet ad, attracted by it's use of capital letter, then receive this pop-up. Unfortunately, he knocked his cup of hot chocolate onto his keyboard while celebrating his success over the virus. This information was leaked Name: Michael Borgue Braun Age: Eleventy Two Most Frequent Site: Cheese Manufacturing Incorporated - Bringing you quality swiss since 2099 Email Addresses: [email protected] [email protected] (7) Passwords: Pumpkin Syrup Smooth Jazz Simpals4life Usernames: Borgue Incorporated TonyBell 90210 .png vault View attachment 3004
