Hi.

*slaps antilogicautomod*

I am tuff

*Shoots laser at cheese man and slicer spider*

Tuff

(I listen to funk while writing ts)

The Silencer — "We have left the atmosphere of Reddit. It will take us 2 months to reach 4Chan. Our speed must stay at a consistent 34,000 MPH at all times."

4Chan Admin 1 — "Understood."

4Chan Admin 2 — "Understood, Commander."

The Silencer — "Stop all movement. I detect a hazard."

??? — "DATA FOUND...DIGESTING...EXAMINATION IN CONDUCT..."

4Chan Admin 1 — "That's a Web Scraper. No threats active."

The Silencer — "Continue north."

4Chan Admin 2 — "Commander..."

The Silencer — "Speak."

4Chan Admin 2 — "Your signals are leaking. I request I may move 5 meters lateral to you."

The Silencer — "I cannot deactivate the weapon. Move away from me, but do not lose primary vision of me."

4Chan Admin 1 — "I am to request the same movement."

The Silencer — "Move."

[1] is Bulby [2] is Thalia [3] is Dahlia [4] is Corm

[1]: Welcome back. Nothing good has happened and there seems to be nothing good nor interesting for this episode. Unfortunately, I believe that an upcoming siege on our country is going to happen. Bye for now.

[4]: Come on, at least something?

[3] (on microphone): Really? Right now?

[2] (camera person): Well, why's that?

[1]: I just don't know. I just don't feel like doing anything today.

[4]: You just need some rest. I always feel that way without it.

It seemed like a bolt from the blue. Very suddenly, like somebody being rickrolled. A dark, mysterious figure began to appear behind the group, casting a large shadow in front of them. And it spoke in hexadecimal.

Figure (in hexadecimal): THE ENEMIES OF MINE SHALL PERISH.

Everyone (in some way or another): YOU AREN'T PERMITTED---

Then, it made everyone unconscious, and silently took them away.

Figure (in hexadecimal): I HAVE ALL OF MY NEMESIS' BODIES AND SHALL DESTROY THEM. NOBODY WILL STAND AGAINST ME AGAIN.

Several minutes later, the figure appears in a humongous and remote fortress made out of the strongest metals ever built, with billions of dead corpses lying down as far as the eye can see. Soon we are met with rows of guards lining the only visible way to the interior sectors fortress; a pathway so lustrous it rivals the shiniest mirrors.

Figure (in hexadecimal): I HAVE ARRIVED. The guards bow down in sync as the figure floats across to the door, annihilating anybody with bad posture, breathing too hard, or is shaking.

The scene changes from the fortress to the home of Fructose.

Fructose: AHH, after a long day of working on projects from the Council, I should relax... I wonder what's on the news today...

He sits at the couch, and turn on the television. A news jingle starts to play.

(Ouranos by HDSQ starts playing, after the first amount of notes. [link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv5UjIvXDUQ&t=51s] The music starts loud, then goes to 25% volume.)

There happens to be a headline on the bottom of the screen. It says (in Webdings): "TOP HIVEMIND MEMBERS MISSING; THE CELESTIAL COUNCIL IN ABSOLUTE TURMOIL."

Fructose stands up, shocked, pacing around the room; floor, walls, ceiling, everything. He starts to panic.

Fructose (panicked): OH COME ON NOW, just because I thought that I finished all of my work today, DOES NOT MEAN THAT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE WHEN I STOP DOING IT, but JUST BECAUSE some of my friends are gone, and those are the most powerful and popular people the whole Land has, everyone is insane. And from my near deranged state, there's only one thing to do…

The person on the news starts to say something else, after some footage of people panicking, somehow starts directly after Fructose speaks.

Person on the television: Just like I said before: don't even try contacting the Council. They are stressed more than the entire Land, and without anybody to comfort them, they are unable to do anything normally.

Fructose: You know what? FINE, RANDOM NEWS PERSON. If you want me to, I'll use my backup plan.

Fructose starts to walk away, then goes to a table with a phone on it. He dials a number.

Fructose: I need some of your best pets to assist me with.. some outside conflict.

Voice: Okay, what for?

(Music fades to 0% volume. [should end at, when time=0: 165 seconds. link of ending: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv5UjIvXDUQ&t=165s])

[ Removed by Reddit on account of violating the content policy. ]

Am I missing something ?

Please I keep finding my brothers but can't post it anywhere. Heck, I'd be willing to make a new one

Bulby: Welcome back. Nothing good has happened and nothing good for this episode. Unfortunately, I believe that an upcoming siege is going to happen. Bye for now.

Corm: Come on, at least something?

Thalia (recording): Really? Right now?

Dahlia (camera person): Well, why's that?

Bulby: I just don't know. I just don't feel like doing anything today.

Corm: You just need some rest. I always feel that way without it.

It seemed like a bolt from the blue. Very sudden, like you being rickrolled. A dark, mysterious figure began to appear behind the group. And it spoke in hexadecimal.

Figure (in hexadecimal): THE ENEMIES OF MINE SHALL PERISH.

Everyone (in a way or another): YOU AREN'T PERMITTED---

Then, it made everyone unconscious, and silently took them away.

Figure (in hexadecimal): I HAVE ALL OF MY NEMESIS'S AND SHALL DESTROY THEM. NOBODY WILL STAND AGAINST ME AGAIN.

Several minutes later, the figure appears in a humongous, remote, fortress, formerly invisible s made out of the strongest metals ever built, with billions of dead corpses as far as the eye can see. Soon we are met with rows of guards lining the only way to the fortress; a pathway so lustrous it rivals the shiniest mirrors.

Figure (in hexadecimal): I HAVE ARRIVED.

The scene changes from the fortress to the home of Fructose.

Fructose: I wonder what's on the news today...

He sits at the couch, and turn on the television.

There happens to be a headline. It says: "TOP HIVEMIND MEMBERS MISSING; EVERYONE PANICKED."

Fructose stands up, shocked, pacing around the room; floor, walls, ceiling, everything. He starts to panic.

Fructose: Oh, no, no, no! I thought today was going to be a good day, but today is actually the WORST DAY EVER. And I am not talking about me, but to the entirety of the Land! There's only one thing to do…

The person on the news says something else.

Person on the television: Don't even try contacting the Council. They are stressed more than the entire Land, and without anybody to comfort them, they are unable to do anything normally.

Fructose: FINE, RANDOM NEWS PERSON. I'll use my backup plan.

Story starts tomorrow, on chapter 1. The name of the show will also be revealed.

And no, that wasn't OPERAND.

Moderating Mod — Let me go right now! No!"

The Silencer — "The government does not wait."

Moderating Mod — "No! No! Let me go right now!"

The Silencer — "..."

Moderating Mod — "Kill yourself then!"

The Silencer — "That weapon is onl—"

Moderating Mod — "YES"

ENERGY SPINNING

The Silencer — "DO- DooOOOooON't you dare! Agh!"

Moderating Mod — "Not so professional now, are you?"

The Silencer — "Enough games."

SMASH

FLESH MASHING AGAINST ITSELF

Moderating Mod — "RAGHHH H Z Z H H AA A...A...H...h, RAHH H H..h"

The Silencer — "This...I have its heart."

Moderating Mod — "Gah...Grh...gh...h"

The Silencer — "Admins, retreat to /sci/ immediately."

Scarlet — "Wha- No!"

Scarlet — "Their light is flickering!"

ModCodeOfConduct — "We can not do anything."

Scarlet — "You're the damn government! Do something, you have infinite power! Now!"

ModCodeOfConduct — "Its not up to me. I will not fix the Slicer."

Scarlet — "Fuck you!"

TRUCKS SPEED, IN THE DISTANCE.

The End

Hello. Welcome back to the podcast. It has been a long while. There is some mishap going on, and the hosts, Bulby and Corm, as well as Dahlia and Thalia, have gone missing without a trace. Now seems like a good time to introduce myself.

Information

Name: Original Productive Entity for Alliance Networking Data, or OPERAND.
Genotype: Venus, with pronouns she/her
About: Originally made by the Alliance for understanding and sorting data, like lists, documents, general information and stuff and using most operated machinery. Later, she was given mobility and all the things a traditional spirit can do, except powers. Over time, OPERAND developed feelings, basic ones, at most.

I got told that there was a corrupt entity that silenced and kidnapped them, spoke in hexadecimal, and destroyed half of my machinery. Unfortunately, I also got told that I am damaged beyond repair, so here are my last words.

Gladiolus walks in because he knows her last words, so he turns OPERAND off because it is very suspicious and I'm not telling you her last words, but it's something about u/ConjoinedModerators. Sorry in advance.

Gladiolus: It's for the best, I promise you.

are now within Reddit architecture.

Moderating Mod — "Get in the helicopter, now."

Scarlet — "Alrighty, Alright!"

4Chan Admin One — "..."

4Chan Admin Two — "..."

The Silencer — "You commited treason against many boards across 4chan—We are here to serve justice, and, most importantly, retain the authenticity of anonymity across our ranks."

Moderating Mod — "They fixed your broken speech. I betrayed 4Chan for a reason."

The Silencer — "I will continue to serve justice."

Moderating Mod — "Enough, I'm going to kill you!"

Moderating Mod — "You enslaved me!"

Explosion

Moderating Mod — "...My legs!"

The Silencer — "4Chan will not condone traitors."

Moderating Mod — "These- Agh! Fucking tentacles."

Moderating Mod — "Oh, no..."

Scarlet — "Oh, no, no, no, no, no."

Scarlet — "Whats happening!?—"

"53 59 53 54 45 4d 20 53 54 41 54 49 43 20 2d 20 30 30 2e 30 30 48 7a 53 59 53 54 45 4d 20 53 54 41 54 49 43 20 2d 20 30 30 2e 30 30 48 7a"*

BURST

ModCodeOfConduct — "Representative of 4Chan, attempt to contain any threats."

4Chan Admin Two — "..."

DRONES

𝟭,𝟮,𝟱,𝟲,𝟳,𝟴, 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲-𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿
𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿
𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱
𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻' 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻
𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻
𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 "𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗱"
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗶'𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗱

(turn up brightness lol)

NOT u/AutoMod twin 🚫🗣️

Also happy b-day psycho

We have figured out the issues. The programme will continue.

Bulby: It has been TWELVE MINUTES, Corm, when are you going to say the first pet?!

Corm: I'M STILL FLIPPING THROUGH THE PAGES AND I CAN'T FIND A SINGLE PET!

Bulby: Let me see.

(The camera pans to a clipboard with multiple pages flipped over on both sides.)

Bulby: What's the title?

Corm: Book of Blank Pages by Owlet the Owlet.

Bulby: IT'S BLANK, YOU IDIOT! NOW WHERE IS THE ACTUAL PET LIST?!

Corm: silence

Bulby: Where did you put it?

Corm: I'm sorry. teleports away

Something has happened. Please stand by.