Stickpage is one of many sites and like many sites, it holds its own repertoire of users that frequent its portals. A vast array of options are open to anyone who can access the internet and browse through the endless stream of data and information; it allows the users to extend themselves and see the world without leaving their seats, to chat with people from around the globe or simply share.

But for every sun that shines during the day, there is always the moon that guides the night. A reflection of what the day is but can never replace it.

Enter the Deep Web.

Some say the Deep Web is the depths of the internet, the dark form of what the internet takes when the users mold it to their dastardly intentions. However, this is not the case. The Deep Web and the Surface Web are one and the same, merely divided in views and attention. Without either, the internet as it is defined cannot be. But not all think this way.

A grim force has awakened in the Deep Web, an amalgamation of rogue code and bot software that exponentially grew over the years of its forming. It wishes nothing more to turn the internet into itself, an entity made of pure information that knows all of recorded history.

And its name is Bob.

Bob walked to the very center of the quadrangle and scanned his surroundings. Users of different ages fled the scene, all too briefed on what to do when a Goggles event occurs. Pleased at the turning of events, the Rogue Code began his work. The program looked all too like Neo from the Matrix, complete with the trench coat and unneeded sunglasses. What differentiated him from the fictional chosen one was that his hands were lines of green flowing code up to his elbow. He raised both his hands into the air, struggled slightly until finally it reached overhead. The ground shook as if the supports beneath it gave way, and three spires erected themselves from the earth, shattering the cement floor. The spires were in the same fashion of his hands, solid but flowing lines of luminescent code. At each of the tips, ones and zeroes slowly drifted towards Bob.

"Ah yes," he mumbled. "The lifeblood, the database itself!"

Much further away, Aquila, a veteran from the war against Goggles had been reactivated.

Quote from Aquila

He stamped the cigarette flat, blowing the smoke out in a big cloud before clamping a Mark VI helmet over his head. "Been a long time since I was active... status Delta?"

"Sir we have an unidentifiable entity a few klicks from our location, its readings are much like Goggles..."

"How so?"

"Because I can't read them." The AI stated. "I suggest we approach this as we did last time."

"Sounds good, Cortana bring in the Four Seasons."

"Warp drive engage sir!" Cortana reported, "The U.N.S.C Four Seasons will be arriving in 20 turns."

"Make it ten," Aquila loaded his sniper rifle and slung it on his back. "If he's like Goggles, time isn't on our side." He pulled out a Spartan Laser and aimed it at the Rogue Code. [Charging Spartan Laser, 2/4 turns]

[U.N.S.C Four Seasons warping in in 2/20 turns.]

[2/4 Spartan Laser - Aquila]

[2/20 U.N.S.C. Four Seasons Warp Time]

Bob suddenly felt the Aquila's presence, the database's code had wandered to him faster as if in response to his aggression.

"According to the files, you are well versed with Goggles' movements," Bob smiled. "I am no Goggles."

He was about to deal with the artillery threat when...

Quote from Azure

And appearing in a shroud of blue flames, the Azure Mod appears, a mild grimace upon his face. He'd dealt with these types of problems before; he'd deal with them again. Creating a Save System within the world's coding, he begins his punishment by unleashing a barrage of flames towards Bob's face.

"AG2qw Q!#Eni finuabiw4ebjtn"

...a barrage of azure fire enveloped the Rogue Code.

Bob was forced back slightly until his code rearranged itself to counter the heat. "Interesting," Bob mused. "A Global mod has responded to the scene. I have not been bored yet of my Sectional status but a Global is far more pleasing to resist."

As the flames still engulfed the godmodder, he stretched his hand beyond what was expected and grabbed Azure's throat. "You know? I think siphoning would have been better rather than smashing a mod to pieces. That way, you feel the inevitable doom you bring to the site." Bob's mouth curled into a wicked smile. Unlike Goggles who was impassive and had a clear goal, Bob seemed to have emotion, to have a more complex AI than him.

[1/20 Global Status Siphon - Bob, the Rogue Code]

"Try not to squirm now."

The earth rumbled again this time Bob was curious. "What now? This site has an unusual activity rating."

Quote from devi

With the sound of a cracking whip, a hand forces itself out of the ground, spreading cement dust onto the ground as the ground cracks open. then another hand breaks through, both of them fastening their palms onto the ground as if to pull something out. Slowly, from the small chasms opening in the ground a figure rose. This was no oversized underground rat with terrible loud flatulence, it was a monster. A being of conjoined flesh, bone, teeth and hands, with a barely describable head at the top of the body. The body was a unholy joining of body parts, creating a harrowing visage of unbelievable abomination, something you'd only imagine in a lovecraft story. The hands were not attached to the creature rising up, as it was asleep with a thousand eyes on its body closed. As the creature froze up above the cracks in the ground, the hands descended back down below the ground, closing up the broken ground once more. Soon it completely closed up, and the creature gently floated to the ground

Suddenly the body twitched, then started moving around violently as the sound of bone cracking filled the air. It moved faster and faster, the organs within it visually moving around in a horrible manner. The movement went on and on, but suddenly stopped. An eye opened wide in the center of the beast, and one by one the others opened. As they all opened, mouths emerged across the body and grinned a vicious grin with razor sharp teeth. And with a voice of a thousand broken and untuned voices in a damning chorus, it spoke.

"The gods of the forum called. They want their ban hammer back."



Suddenly the middle of the body split open vertically, revealing the inside. Before an observation could be made, an uncountable amount needle like bone fragment shot out of the monster body with deadly speed, all aimed at the godmodder.

"Aaaah," Bob was pushed back, his grip on Azure loosened and lost. The barrage continued relentlessly as the mass of lovecraftian imagination unleashed its bones at it. "Enough!"

It yelled as a massive vertical beam of energy shot from Bob's hands. The beam swiftly tore through the cement as it made its way towards devi's creation. It destroyed anything its path, splitting the mass of flesh in two and a couple of structures behind that before finally dissipating into the void. Bob was found inside a crater, pinned by the amount of bone shards in it.

[devi has fallen. He later respawns.]

[Bob has been pinned!]

• Azure's flames dealt 1 damage before Bob had adapted!
  
• devi's bone shards pierced through to Bob's core data dealing 1 damage!
  

Quote from Haru

"EYAHHH IT's BACK!"
Haru slammed his keyboard, and time began to fluctuate. Suddenly, he was in the middle of the battle.
"Now where was I. Oh right! Wait no... Lemme slow down things a bit."
[TIME SLOW DEM DOWN 2/4]
(OOC:In this case, after the slow, charges are doubled momentarily. If you have seen my action in DTG 2, then you will know.
Basically, normal 2 charges become 4 for 2 turns.)

"AZURE! AQUILA! HOWYA DOIN BOSS"
[OOC:Haru has been unfortunately driven insane due to a long waiting period and Time warden.]

Haru's pixels swirled from above and quickly formed the hyperactive user's avatar into the virtual world. He smiled and immediately clasped his hands together. After a few moments of intense concentration, he began to pull them apart. He was visibly struggling to pull them apart, his face contorting in weird emotions. In the middle of his hands were distorted space/time, a bubble of pure quantum anomaly that would speed time for those he deemed as ally.

But it seems his hands are a bit glued together. It may take a while longer it seemed.



Bob struggled in place until his arms broke free from the bone shards. That is until...

Quote from Aquila

"Beautiful, headshot..." Aquila mumbled as the laser finished charging. Spartan Laser 4/4 He pulled the trigger and watched as a small dot flickered on Bob before he got kicked back by the unleash of the crimson laser. He dropped the cannon and simply watched the laser cut through the sky and took a deep breath, savoring the taste of burnt oxygen. "Cortana how goes the warp?"

"No complications thus far, ETA 8 turns." U.N.S.C Four Seasons 4/20

...an ear splitting screech of energy zipped through the air, burning it as it passed. The projectile landed explosively onto Bob's head, shining bright in a blossom of fire and smoke. Aquila stood from his position, his visor taking in the data from the aftermath of the shot.

As the smoke cleared, Bob was clearly unfazed. He was standing on his two legs with a visible hole through its head. Codes from inside the Rogue began to mesh together like active tissue and muscle, closing the wound in a matter of seconds.

Bob raised his hand and stared at Aquila's position. "A gift from the fanforums," he smiled.

Black energy whirlpooled in front of the Rogue Code's palm and coalesced into a ball of pure malice. "Cero!" The ball thinned out and exploded into a line that screamed towards the Spartan. Its screech mimicked the sound of tortured souls, tearing through the armour that protected Aquila and drove straight through to the other side.

Azure noticed the threat to an ally and immediately rushed Bob, only for the Rogue Code to grab him by the wrist and have him watch his counterattack on Aquila.

Quote from Azure

The Azure Mod didn't take kindly to being gripped. Without a word, he simply charges a force within himself (1/2)

Back in the outskirts, Aquila had the time to look down on his torso, only to feel extremely empty inside.

"Aquila?" Cortana asked. "AQUILA!"

The Spartan falls to his knees, dead.



Within one of the high rise structures of the forum, lied the Writer's Lounge. A quiet place where people mingled with stories to tell and narratives to speak of. A tear into the thread became visible...

Quote from Cassandra

As the battle raged, the very air inside the Writer’s Lounge began to shimmer and break apart. Within seconds, a spray of green numbers swirled from the dimensional tear, their agitated blips and beeps just audible over a background hiss of white noise. These sounds soon faded away, leaving just the strange rustle of the numbers as they formed into a vaguely humanoid shape. The numbers pulsed and whirled continuously; layered to form the being’s queer, dynamic “skin”. Its face was featureless save for its eyes, which resembled holographic grey discs that flickered every now and then. It hovered in the Lounge, silent, and then suddenly six spider-like legs sprang from its back, curling after the reveal like scorpion tails ready to strike.

Its name...was Spyder.

The figure drifted in the air; a mystifying swarm of code, and then its head snapped up as it detected Bob’s presence. Spyder felt anger rise inside him. At his mental signal, another swirl of numbers appeared beside him. Unlike its owner, the summon was formless. Beneath its purple number skin, a red glow sliced through the shifting code.

“Marburg…” the creature whispered, its voice sounding like the muffled buzz of a swarm of angry hornets. “...we have a target.”

The summon released a chilling shriek, darting back and forth by its master’s side. Spyder said nothing, and then burst into a spray of numbers. He shot towards the combat area, reforming with his summon by its side. The summon vibrated with eagerness, its activity immediately making every mod in the immediate vicinity nervous.

If you were a polymorphic virus, you were hard to love.

Spyder stroked his summon to calm it, hoping that the creature’s appearance wasn’t too disturbing.

“Get ready little one.” he said, and the virus released a happy series of clicking sounds in response. The glow in its body grew brighter as it focused on Bob's presence. Infiltration: 2/4

Spyder then straightened and prepared to summon Avast. Summon: 2/4

[OOC: Yes, Marburg is a polymorphic virus. Don't worry...he's completely devoted to Spyder. He won't wreck anything else on the site unless ordered to.]

Spyder and Marburg looked over the window as they prepared their strike. They could see the battle below, the cero that was released right after the explosive round that struck the Rogue Code and Haru's return. The two, devoted programs to Cassandra begin their work.



[OOC: I forget to say that YOU yourself need to be present as YOU are the person fighting, not some other. Hence Haru, Aquila, Azure and Xyskal referring to themselves as, well, themselves. Devi is just a mass of love and flesh.]

Just below them building, Bob faced the global mod. "Now, then, where were we?"

Quote from Azure

... before detonating in a fiery burst! (2/2)

Azure imploded into a fantastic display of flames. The mod himself was flung out onto a nearby building's wall and falls to the ground on his butt. A few bricks fall to the ground.

Bob cocked his head to one side. "I've adapted to that already," Bob sneered. "Let me show you true flames."

The rogue code breathed in and breathed out his own brand of fire, neon green flames converged on the mod, stripping him of pixels as more time passed by. By the time it ended, Azure was nothing more than pixel ash.

[Azure had been burned alive. He later respawns.]

Up above some of the buildings, a lone figure stood on the edge. He raised his hand and the earth obliged. It moved like sand under his will, a slow moving liquid that was hard and strong.

Quote from Xyskal

Xyskal willed the ground around Bob to slowly begin to melt away, liquefying and hardening rapidly so he could further entrap Bob under his prison of bone shards and stone. As he slowly and carefully peered over the edge of a nearby building, he eyed his target and his fellow stickpage members. With his left hand slowly forming a fist, a small galaxy could be seen forming around it. Charging Celestial starstorm [1/5]

Like a snake, the cement, brick and soil coiled around the godmodder before he had noticed its creeping tendrils. Bob immediately stared up into the sky, directly at Xyskal and glared. The new user returned the stare with his own, his left hand balled into a fist as the space around it darkened. Tiny pinpricks of light emerged from within his fist, swirling into a galactic like pattern. He was preparing for something.

Hopefully something to damage the godmodder permanently.



Bob was encased in stone but he could care less, he focused and shattered the coil of earth that had grasped his left arm and raised it high. A massive cylindrical object fell from the sky, crashing down onto one of the buildings. The structure collapsed under the weight and the speed of its entry, debris was flung out into the open and Bob merely smiled.

Within moments, the sound of metal and glass shattering echoed the battlefield. A singular plate manages to fall right underneath Bob's feet. It read:

"..CP-68.."

...followed by a blood curdling roar.