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You type in "god" for the password and press enter.
All of a sudden, the terminal erupts in a series of graphical screens.
Calculus symbols fly left and right, happy faces start munching on data,
and ones and zeros are all over the place. Cheesy techno music plays,
but you can't figure out how the terminal is producing sound. Not that it
matters... you're hacking! You can do anything you want!
Meanwhile, in a secret underground lair, Penn Gillette looks up from his
magazine to view the sudden activity on the big screen in front of him.
The word "god" is flashing in huge, giant letters,
but directly underneath the password are the words "Invalid" and "login".
Nonchalantly, he picks up the phone.
"Hey, Plaque", he says.
"That's Plague!" responds the voice on the other line.
"Yeah, whatever," replies Penn. "We have a security
breach. Okay, I lied... some idiot is trying to log in as root, but
with the wrong password."
"Off him!"
"As you wish, Plaque."
"Plague!"
"Sure, whatever. Loser." Penn puts the phone down and presses a
button.
Back in the ARG Room, the screen is still dancing to cheesy music when a
sudden electric shock surges from the seat you're sitting in. Your
hair stands on end, your fingers freeze in a permanent carpal tunnel
pose, and your mouth remains open in astonishment. That's the same
mouth that'll be used to catch flies in the near future, but you won't
be around to see it.
And you know what? Not only are you dead, but you didn't find the
yearbook, either. Nice going.
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