The fifth corridor seems relatively normal but I knew better.

I checked around to see if there's a button that might trigger the death trap but could find any. With that I dug into my pocket and fished out a penny, toss it into the floor, and few seconds later, the floor sunk few feet below and was quickly filled with boiling green liquid. I looked at the penny I threw and the coin started to melt away like a gummy bear being dissolved in a cup of hot water.

I leaned against the wall on the side and carefully move on the thin strip of the ground that happens to be inches above the acid. I had to move slowly or otherwise I could have fallen and there are several occasions where I nearly slipped. After making it to the other end of the corridor, I walked into the entrance on my way to the sixth level of hell.

This corridor would prove to be by far the toughest one of all, not because it's the last one where it tends to be the most difficult, it's because you'll never know what lies ahead.

At first I fished out another coin from my pocket, toss it into the ground, and waited for few seconds. After few seconds it became few minutes, after few minutes it became several minutes which is then followed by another few more minutes, but nothing happened!

But I still felt that there's a catch when it comes to walking down this corridor so I looked around but didn't see anything moving. Still, I couldn't take chances just yet, what if a trap springs up in the last second?

There's got to be a catch!

I picked up a small rock and toss it into the corridor and nothing still happened.

After deciding that I waited long enough, I took one slow step with the same result. After taking another step, I carefully walked along the corridor when I heard a snap, causing me to retreat back in a matter of seconds.

It turns out the sound came from the rock I accidentally kicked, making it sounded like something snapped.

Once I got back to the corridor, I walked slowly and carefully, hoping that the trap won't come up. As I nervously paced toward the other end of the corridor, all I could hear is series of echos from my own foot steps. By the time I made halfway through the corridor, I suddenly couldn't take it anymore and dashed to the entrance at the end of the corridor, making my way to the seventh level of hell.

As I would realize, there's nothing strange about the sixth corridor, no traps and everything. All that time I have been freaking out for nothing when I could have just walked through without trouble. However, at the same time when considering what happened in the previous encounters I had, this was unexpected and made me believe that maybe this is the end.

But as the seventh corridor would reveal, it wasn't the case.

The seventh level started out the same way as the previous one and I started to relax until I made halfway through when I heard a loud tumbling sound. I turned around and saw the hold in the ceiling just in front of the entrance I came in minutes earlier. Soon a large rolling boulder came down and started to roll toward me like in the Indiana Jones movie.

After narrowly escaping from the rolling boulder, I climbed up the stairs and headed to the eighth level of hell. The eighth corridor is by far the longest one and forgetting to be wary of what could happen, I walked right in. Minutes into the path, I notice the corridor started to become narrower by each step and stopped for a moment where I realize that the walls are slowly closing into each other!

I made a run for it and by halfway, my arms could feel the wall pressing in and I had to raise them up in order to create more space for my sides. As I get closer to the other end, I turned in order to squeeze through and was able to make it through seconds before the walls closed in.

Mentally and physically exhausted from the ordeal, once again I had to stop and rest up for a moment before moving into the next level of hell.

As I entered through the small room and onto the ninth corridor where much of the floor happens to be covered with glowing blue bed of spikes. Not sure why the spikes glowed but one thing is for certain, I do not want to find out. There are some small uncovered spaces admist the spikes and knowing that in order to get to the end of that corridor, I would have to hop onto the space and try not to fall or make a misstep. Fortunately, some of the empty spaces are close by together so all I had to do was to walk over the glowing spikes.

The real problem was the last few spaces as they are too wide apart for me to walk over, forcing me to jump. Once I reached the last empty space, I looked up and realize that reaching the other side without touching the glowing spikes is the toughest part as it is few feet from where I am at this point. I dove toward the entrance and made it...but the next problem was that not only the spiral stairwell goes down, each of the steps sunk in, causing me to slide down head first right into the darkness until...I reached the flat ground.

I got up and wondered where I was went the floor suddenly tilt, causing another slide, this time into a tunnel where I could see a light ahead. Then I realized to my horror, the tunnel leads out of the building!

I dug the heel of my sneakers on the stony tunnel to slow down my slide and quickly turned around before I could get shot right out like a garbage from a garbage chute.

After climbing my way back up, I realize that it wasn't the same room I slid down from before. Somehow I ended up in a different room and became confused for a while until I heard someone yelling, "Hey boy, want to buy something!"

Turns out there's another potion vendor in this building.

"It's impressive how you have managed to get that far, only one to do that was the overlord as he comes and goes everyday." said the vendor.

It was a relief to find another living soul in there, especially after being in here for who knows how long and I had a feeling that the deadline have passed a while ago...making it too late for me to stop the blackout. I became at the thought on this until the vendor patted me in the back and said, "Don't be down boy, a little of these potion can cheer you up."

Then he stopped for a while which was then followed by minutes of awkward silence.

"Wait a minute, sometime ago I received a message from this strange device (iPhone) that someone stiffed him...it was you wasn't it?"

The vendor walked back to his stand and opens the box where he takes out an axe.

"You better get out of my sight or I'll chop ya!" he yelled.

I backed away and ran.

Later I entered a room that has six entrances, making me wonder how is it possible for anybody to not notice something about this building, I mean it's huge!

I had a strange feeling about that fact.

Looking at the entrances, I scraped the floor with the tip of my sneaker in front of the one I was going to enter knowing that one of them might lead to the right path. Never thought it would turn out to be a maze though.

After getting lost for I don't know how long, I made my way back and found myself in the entrance next to the one where I marked it. After marking the one I came out of, I enter the next one with the same result.

This would leave two entrances.

I entered one and...nearly got myself killed!

What happened was that the entrance started out as a maze like the others, but the walls are completely decorated with rusted razor blades. I had to move slow and steady in order to avoid getting cut. After several turns and dead ends, I finally made my way out of the maze, only to find the window that leads to outside, reminding me of the slide incident and shuddered at the thought of what happened.

As I turned to head back, the path I came from was closed!

I had no idea what was going on since I didn't recall a door in the maze, but at the same time another path was opened. Having nothing to lose, I entered that part of the maze and made sure to avoid getting cut by rusty blades. All of a sudden, I tripped on a dead rat and fell with my face less than an inch away from the wall covered with blades.

Minutes later, I was carefully navigating my way through the deadly maze when I met a dead end in which the term became almost literal when the wall started to fall toward me. I was able to push the wall away from me, causing it to topple onto the others like a stack of dominos, freeing me from the maze but at the same time, it left some gashes on my hands as well.

Making my way out of this room, I knew where to go as the remaining entrance is pretty much the only choice I have. Trying to ignore the pain in my hands, I didn't pay attention to the corridor I was sprinting down until I heard something swishing behind me. Not wanting to take any chances by stopping, I kept on going until I made it to the end of the corridor where I felt pains on my right arm and saw several small arrows sticking right through the sleeve of my jacket. I winced each time I pulled an arrow out of my arm until last one of them were gone and that's when I felt the pain on my sides as well, making me realize that I was also hit in the both sides of my torso!

I wasn't sure to whether I count the maze as one of what I would dub as "Levels of Hell" so I consider it as 9.5 with the one after that as the tenth. On the eleventh corridor, with my blood bleeding through the jacket, I could feel the warm liquid slowly seeping out and began to feel dizzy but was able to pull myself together with sheer will knowing that I couldn't give up just yet.

As I started to drag myself through the corridor, the floor begins to shake.

I looked down and notice the floor starting to split, revealing a bed of spikes right underneath...

I tried to hurry up but it felt as if my legs became heavier for some reason, slowing me down. Even an attempt to run felt like jogging and it wasn't even halfway when the floor finally became completely separated, leaving me to try to walk on the bed of spikes and hope that none of them will pierce through the sole of my sneakers. Once I got close to the other end of the corridor, I suddenly felt an intense pain on my right foot, causing my tears to run down my face as I looked down to see one of the longer blades on the edge of the bed sticking right through.

The next corridor wasn't much of a corridor at all, it was a ladder I had to climb in order to reach the room at the "other end" if I were to get to the next one up. The stab wound on my foot was unbearable and few times I nearly let go of the ladder as I climbed. After slow and agonizing minutes, I was close to the tunnel where the ladder leads to, only to accidentally let go for a second and fell halfway before I grab ahold of the rung, only for it to come off, causing me to fall a bit further down before I could grab ahold of another one. It would take me a while longer in order for me to get back up before the rung of the ladder started to loosen up and I had to grab onto another one just before it comes off.

Upon making it to the top, there's a tunnel in front and I crawled in where it would reveal to be another maze. As before, I ran into some dead ends and it wasn't easy navigating through several passages let alone retreating back from a dead end with a pain in my foot. At one point I came face to face with an enormous rat who at first was sniffing at my nose, then it bit me in the nose and I yelled. The rat then runs off for a bit before coming back and I think it was taunting me before turning back to leave, turns out it came to fetch some friends after me.

After some encounters with a gang of rats (even getting attack by them on several occasions), I finally made my way out of the twelfth level of hell and stumbled into the thirteenth corridor.

Remember how the parents would tell their kids to calm down or that there's nothing to be afraid of while riding on a roller coaster at the amusement park?

This is the thirteenth level of hell.

The corridor has a railroad that extends all the way to the room at the end, as I would learn, through the next corridor as well. The thirteenth corridor isn't the issue for me, in fact, right next to the sixth corridor, it's actually the safest one. When I got in, I made a mistake of putting my right foot down first and I screamed in pain before accidentally slipping out of the railroad car, falling on my back.

Funny thing is that compared to the pain I had on my foot at time, the arrow wounds didn't felt as bad.

After getting into the car, it automatically moved and slowly proceed toward the end of the corridor. It's probably the slowest ride I have to date as it felt like an hour by the time the railroad car made it to the end of the corridor. However, once it passes through the room and into the fourteenth corridor, the car suddenly picked up as I was jerked backward while the vehicle sped right into the darkness. I had no idea what happened but as I could vaguely recall, I tried to hold onto the car only to be dragged, jerked around, tossed, and at one point fell out before landing back into the car. I was both frightened and confused by the experience, even ignoring the pain I had on my left foot for the duration of the ride.

Once it was over, the vehicle stopped right in front of the entrance to the fifteenth level of hell. But it would take a while for me to start moving again as the shock I had kept me frozen. It's also that point that I realize what happened in the thirteenth was meant to lull you into relaxation, causing you to drop your guard until the terror in the pit of fear that is the fourteenth corridor.

This in a way makes the thirteenth corridor much worse than the fourteenth level of hell.

When I tried to climb out of the railroad car, I was still shaking to the point that not only I pissed myself, I also tumbled out and begin to crawl before stopping for minutes just to scape in what was left of my composure.

It would take every once of strength I had just to get up and start limping to the fifteenth level of hell where I could see the the path lined with of all things...rotten durians.

Rotten durians...

FUCKING ROTTEN DURIANS!

I threw up and stumbled backward from the combination of the pain from my injuries and the disgusting smell of the most vile fruit known to mankind, maybe even the entire universe for all I know.

I decided that I couldn't give up just yet, I mean if I'm going to die, there's no way I'm going to die like this. Figuring that what lies beyond that corridor couldn't be any worse than the hall lined with rotten durians, I limped down the corridor before my legs finally gave away. Then I continue to move my crawling toward the other end of the corridor before the pain from my wounds became too great that I passed out just before I could get to the entrance of the room leading to the next corridor.

I don't know how long I was out for but when I woke up, I found myself on a bed made of straws covered with a piece of cloth and heard a voice saying, "Oh, you're up?"

I turned and saw a young woman who looked in her late teens to early 20s in an old medieval peasant garb preparing something in a small pot.

"Couldn't believe that you have made it that far, I didn't believe it when my brother called me about a stranger who stiffed them." she said.

I'm more worried about the fact that while her brothers seems more adapted to modern times judging by their outfits though she seem to know how to use an iPhone as well as they do.

"Stay still, you're not completely healed yet, if you move now, you won't even make it through the next trap."

The bandages on my upper body made it difficult for me to move anyway as well as my right foot that have been bundled up. At least she didn't took off my jeans though I did imagine what would happen had she done so and relaxed for a while until...

"It's finished, be sure to drink the entire bowl so your remaining wounds can finally heal, it works faster than what you took from by brother." the woman said.

The potion tasted nasty but I forced it down knowing that I couldn't wait any longer if I were to bring down the person in charge of all this mess.

"I was also told that your friend contacted the authorities, but the overlord have made sure to cloak the building so it can never be found, I'm sorry."

It does explains a lot, but still...how can he afford these?

It wasn't until it was over that I would find out.

My throat have gotten much better over the last few days and was able to run a bit without making it worse. More importantly, I became ready enough to try to take on the operation that have been going on in the Central Park.

Making sure that I'm armed, I carefully hid the gun so that the people won't notice. Then I got onto the subway train where I would spend time making several line exchanges in order to get to the station close to the park. As I got out, a crowd of people rushed into the train, pushing me back in and I wasn't able to get to the close as it closed just out of my reach. Because of the crowd, I had to wait several more stops before the train eventually clears out enough so I could get out and take a ride back to the park.

At first I had trouble finding the headquarter of the operation since I didn't paid attention when I escaped. I knew I couldn't ask anyone or the reaction is either:

a) "Why are you looking for an oversized shack? You're not doing something suspicious like creating a meth lab are you? If you then stay the hell away from me, I don't want to get dragged into the drug war or something."

b) "Why are you looking for an oversized shack? What's wrong with you? There are certain groups of people who would want to find it, that includes the bums..."

c) "You knew of our operation didn't you? Sorry but I'll have to kill you!"

It's way too risky and I knew it's something I'll have to find all by myself.

Remembering that it wasn't that far from the entrance, I decided to search around that part of the area where I would trip on a horse carcass that was there for some reason.

Not wanting to have anything to do with it, I backed away from the dead horse and ran off. Not long after the discovery, I found the oversized shack, the headquarter of the illegal operation to bring down the city.

First, I had to find a way to get inside.

Then the door opens and I waited behind the tree to see how many people were there, thankfully it's only one. Just as the man was digging into his pocket with a unlit cigarette in his mouth, I quickly subdue him, dragged the unconscious person, bound and gagged with a rope and duct tape, and hid him behind one of the bushes. Then I made my way through the door and it turns out to be a much different building inside than it is from the outside. In fact, it doesn't look anything like a shack...the marble floor is polished and the hall...I couldn't find a word to describe it other than how huge it is.

The shack is in fact a cover to disguise itself so people won't notice.

As I went to look for the stairs, I came across the kitchen and helped myself to one of he sandwiches prepared on the table. After finishing the food, someone covered my mouth from behind and pulled me out of the room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

I turned and to my relief, it was Coop, an old friend I knew from Newgrounds (though he became much more strict ever since his promotion as a moderator).

I was about to ask Coop what he was doing when...

"Shush, I was send here to go undercover so I can find what these guys are planning and bring them down." he whispered.

"For fuck sake, what the hell are you doing here? It's bad enough that you have a habit of making things worse by putting yourself into trouble and ruined things for everyone, now you're trying to play hero like Zimmerman?"

Then we heard someone coming and we both tried to find a place to hide but it was too late as the two thugs I met few days before and a short old man saw us.

"You! I remember you!" one of them yelled.

"You're the guys who got us beaten few days ago, you're dead now!" the other growled.

Coop pulled out his gun and said, "Dennis, you better stay out of the way, last thing anybody needs is having you to screw things up in a time li-" as he suddenly disappeared.

I looked down and to my horror, I saw a pile of clothes and a gun lying in front of it. Almost immediately after, I saw something inside of Coop's shirt started to move and a frog came out.

I looked up and saw the old man smiling and said, "Your friend is nothing more but a pitiful creature waiting to be squashed!"

Just as he was about to cast a spell on me, I dove out of the way and pulled out my weapon as I fell. I fired blindly and soon, I could hear "Oh my..." followed by a thud and two men screaming.

"No, Pops!"

"Pops, speak to me!"

When I got up, I saw the old man lying in a puddle of blood.

One of the men turned to me and said, "You bastard...not only you've helped humiliated us...you shot pops!"

Then a soft voice said, "Calm down...it's better this way..."

"Pops, why are you saying this?"

"Truth is...the reason why I joined because I've figured that if an intruder comes in, I can finally die at last as I have lived far too long." he said.

"Pops, don't say that!"

If it weren't for the fact that those two enforcers worked for Monsanto, I would have felt a little more sympathy for them.

"It's okay...boy, come here..."

I moved forward.

"Now that you have defeated me, I am free...but there's one thing I have to tell you...the overlord in charge of this...the truth will shock you, be prepared."

Then he coughed out blood and stopped moving.

"What happened?"

I turned around and saw Coop putting his clothes back on with a confused look on his face. Turns out defeating the wizard breaks the spell that was casted on Coop, kind of convenient.

"Can anybody tell me what happened?" he yelled.

I was about to tell him when he said, "You know what? I don't want to know."

I'm with him on that.

The two hired goons looked at me and said, "You go on ahead, we don't care anymore now that Pops is dead, I hate this place!"

Seeing that they were beaten with a belt, can't say I blame them.

Coop called the police and told me to stay put since getting to the person in charge of the operation to wreak havoc onto the city may be too much for us to handle. He had a point, if this person manages to hire a friggin' wizard, what might lie beyond this level?

Then as the goons were about to leave, one of them said, "Before we go, there's something we need to tell you, the boss is planning to create a citywide black at 3:30 p.m. this afternoon."

"What 3:30?" Coop asked.

"The reason is that when school ends at 3, kids would rush home to watch their favorite cartoon shows, just imagine their disappointment once the TV blacks out right in front of them."

"To get to his room, there's a stairwell right next to the entrance that leads to the room, but beware, there are series of death traps that only he can get through, no one else made it past those!"

Then I remembered something, I prerecorded my favorite show at 4!

I ran down the hall and head to the stairwell.

"Where the hell are you going? The tykes crying over their cartoons isn't mean the world will end, come back here!" Coop yelled.

I stormed up the stairs and darted right into the upper floor where everything suddenly dimmed. After few steps into the corridor, something whizzed right past my face and I felt something warm leaking down my cheek. I turned to see an arrow sticking on the wall right next to the door and looked down to find myself standing on a large button that set the trap off.

After carefully navigating myself through the first corridor, I looked carefully to see if there's buttons on the floor as well. Decided that it's safe enough to enter, I stepped into the second corridor and there was a loud slam from behind, the entrance back to the first corridor became sealed shut!

I started to feel nervous but knowing that recording my favorite show is at stake, I couldn't just give up and even if I do, there's no turning back because of what happened.

There was a squeaking sound and I looked down to see a mouse running around when suddenly a bunch of spikes shot up right in front of me!

Once they retracted back to the floor, I fell back and sat there with my body shaking like I have Parkinson's.

Knowing if I try to move forward, I could get skewered, how could I make it through? If the mastermind of this operation somehow made it through, then there's got to be a trick, but what and how?

Looking at the floor carefully, I noticed how the holes from which the spikes would shoot out were inches from each other, I could navigate through them. As I carefully took a step at that part of the corridor, the spikes shot up and I freaked out again. However, I was able to regain my composure and slipped right past the spikes before they could retract back into the floor.

Making my way to the entrance to the next room, I took a deep breath and prepared myself what trap could lie in this area. I walked up the stairs and came across a seemingly empty room. The encounters I had in the last two corridors made me weary enough to know that something might have been up so I picked up a pebble and toss it into the room. At first, nothing seemed to happen but remembering what happened in the second corridor, I waited for a while and soon I realized that if I stand there for too long, the city will experience a blackout like what happened in 2003, so I was ready to move when suddenly...

BOOM!

The ceiling just slammed right into the floor and I nearly fell backward down the stairs.

My heart was pounding faster than ever and felt that any more of this I might die from heart attack.

Once the ceiling was raised back up, I would eventually calm down and knew that to have a chance of getting past this one, I would have to time the trigger. I threw another small piece of rock into the room and looked up while counting the seconds it would take for the ceiling to slam down. Because I didn't have a watch with me, I had to guess the timing of how the seconds would go by and mentally counted to somewhere around sixty or seventy when the ceiling slams down once again. Once it retracted, I sprinted across the room and down the third corridor while mentally counting seconds at the same time. The count went down to fifty seconds when I begun to close into the next entrance and for a while, it felt like everything slowed down and by the time it reaches sixty five seconds, I dove toward the entrance and screamed over the top of my lungs.

Then the ceiling slammed right behind me!

Sitting on the stair step, I breathe so hard that I felt my lungs are on fire and fell into a coughing fit. Knowing that those three corridors took a lot out of me, I decided to rest for a moment before proceeding onto the next area.

Once I enter the next area sometime later, to my surprise, there's a short man at the stand selling something.

"I'm amazed my boy, only one other person made it that far and it's the overlord who runs this place!" he said with a cheerful smile.

Overlord?

I shook my head and figured that it's probably just what some people refers to their leader or something, I mean what are the odds that it could be the same one Chris Beer tried to tell me about?

I went to take a look at what the vendor was selling and saw bottles of strangely colored liquid.

"Wondering what these are my boy? This one here is a healing potion, restores your health after your tough journey from the first three levels of this place!"

I became interested and nodded.

"This one is the revival potion, you can use it to bring back your knocked out comrade but be warned, it doesn't work on the dead."

"Now this one here can cure burns, aches, minor sicknesses, and paralysis, but it doesn't cure major diseases like cancer, A.I.D.S., ebola, and so on, sorry that we couldn't get that far yet."

I sadly nodded in agreement.

"This one...the personal favorite of the overlord's and the most expensive, remember the previous potions I showed you? This one does what these three does and more importantly, it taste like cranberry juice, because it's made with cranberries!"

Impressed, I decided to buy one but then I stopped as something about this bothered me.

"Don't trust me? Well, I can't say I blame you, especially after what you have been through so here's a proof!"

The vendor took out a small cup, took a bottle of red liquid and poured some into the cup. Then the vendor picked up the cup and said, "Cheers!" as he drained the container of the red liquid.

"That's the stuff, good enough for you?" He said.

I took the potion and drank all the way down to the last drop, it does taste like cranberry juice.

"Now that would be twenty pieces of gold please!"

I fumbled and nearly dropped my wallet, twenty pieces of gold?

"What's the matter, you have the money or not? It's just twenty pieces of gold, much better deal that what you could have gotten at the village I came from, so please just hand over the gold." he demanded.

Seconds later...

"Hey, come back here, you're not leaving without paying!" the vendor yelled.

He's crazy if he expected me to pay twenty pieces of gold, I'd be lucky to have even one!

After escaping the potion vendor and making my way to the next corridor, as before the stone door sealed itself shut to make sure that I wouldn't be able to turn back. I could here a pounding from behind the door as the vendor yelled, "Open up over there, I'm not done with you yet, you still have to pay, open up!"

I went to proceed to the fourth corridor and saw half a dozen of blade pendulum swinging, each of them in opposite direction of each other. Knowing that one slip up can get me sliced into two, I stretched my legs and took a deep breath. I waited until the time was right and once the blade swung to the right side, I darted toward that side just as the blade began to pull back to the left. Then I had to made a abrupt turn, nearly twisting my knees in order to get past the second blade and narrowly avoided getting hit by the third because I forgot to make a turn, but at least it enabled me to get past the fourth blade much more easily.

By the fifth blade, I started to slow down and tried to move past it only to slip on the wet floor. Seeing the blade coming toward me, I rolled as far as possible only to be stopped by the wall and could only watch as the pendulum swung directly at my direction. But then the blade stopped just inches away from my torso before swinging away and I had to wait for a while to calm down, letting few more swings go by before I could get up and made my way past the sixth and final blade.

Feeling dizzy from what happened, I sat just outside of the entrance for a moment before going into the fifth level of horror. As I sat there, I wondered how the person in charge of this was able to afford all of these. The fact that the "overlord" was able to hire a wizard was bad enough but those death traps and the potion vendor is ridiculous as hell, it's like an RPG game.

I remembered it was around two when I entered the dungeon which gave me about an hour and a half to stop this operation from succeeding before it's too late, but the problem is this, how many more death traps do I have to go through before I could reach the overlord's room? At that point, I wouldn't be surprised if the room turns out to be a lair because he seems to want to live his life of fantasy of the RPG game but still, how did he get through all these? To think that he might have done this every single day, some more elaborate than the other.

Not really sure how he managed to get the potion vendor in there since from what I remembered, the overlord was the only one who made it in and out. Either there's a secret passageway that we all have missed or the vendor was assumed to be dead. I could understand how the vendor can survive for a long time without food, especially when you have potions like these, there's no need for food supplies.

Maybe there's a potion that deals with the bowels as well, I could really use one myself.

I finally decided that it's long enough so I went to make my move to the fifth level of torture.

If it weren't for that potion, my legs would have gave out at that point and they're already wobbling as I got up to move into the fifth corridor. To tell you the truth, usually the traps would have been in the room as far as I know aside from certain occasions in the RPG game but in this particular case, the small room each connects the corridors filled with traps now that I think about it. Then again it makes it much more dangerous as I have to go through all these corridors and as I would soon learn, much more has yet to come.

My parents called to tell me that the friends of our relatives will come to visit so me and my younger brother have to go to Chinatown to greet them. Usually I would have stayed at home but after what happened a while ago, I decided to come with him. So we got into the car and my brother drove to Chinatown and said, "Did our parents say where to wait for them?"

I shook my head and made sure he can see my response on the mirror.

"Really? What about the time?"

I shook my head.

"What the hell!"

"God..." he sighed.

I know, seriously...

Once we got to Chinatown, we decided to drive around to see if there are some people waiting, if long enough, there's a chance it's them. I got out of the car to look around for a time being when someone ran by me and looked around with a suspicious look on his face before spotting me and said, "Here!" slamming a digital camera into my hands.

After that, he ran off.

I was wondering what was going on, especially since no sane person would ditch a perfectly good digital camera. Checking to see what might have been wrong with the camera that caused the person to want to ditch it, I wasn't able to find a damage to it or anything. That's when I started to turn on the camera to see if there's something wrong with how it worked.

Remembering that I have to find the relatives, I carefully looked for some people who could be waiting for someone to pick them up. After wandering for hours (and getting some awkward stares from people whom I asked if they're waiting for someone), I became tired and decided to find a place to take a rest. At this point, couple of women (one was grabbing other by the arm) ran by me and I started to wonder what was going on, especially after what happened earlier that day.

Not long after, a couple of burly men ran by me and one of them knocked me over.

Angrily, I got up and gave chase, following them into the restaurant.

I went in and saw a woman fighting off two men as one of them was knocked backward right onto me. After he got up, the man then charged to the woman in an attempt to hold her down so his partner can beat her. But then I got up and saw one of them attempted to go after the younger girl saying, "If your sister won't cooperate, I'm sure she will..." as it gets drowned out by the crowd who filed out of the building, pushing me out in the process (and it wasn't even big either). After a while, I went back in and saw the cook calling the police.

Then one of the men was knocked onto me again and this time, I took an empty beer bottle and smashed it onto his head, knocking him out. I looked to see the woman finally subduing the person she was fighting with.

The cook then asked, "What happened here?"

I shrugged.

The woman then walked up to me and said, "Who are you?"

"What are you doing getting involved in this? If you're a passerby, I think you better leave or you'll be dragged into this mess as you're likely have no clue what went on."

I nodded in agreement and was about to leave when I heard someone groaned and said, "You can't run from us any longer...soon you will have to work with us...or..."

The woman turned to the man person she defeated and yelled, "What? Or what? I don't care what happens, I won't be a part of your little conspiracy and dragging my sister into this..." as the man interrupts with a laugh.

"It doesn't matter, the police wouldn't be able keep us in due to our connections and we'll be back much more prepared, there's nothing you can do!"

But then a grin came upon my face as I raised my camera and showed it to the woman.

"What?" she asked.

I picked up the menu from the table and the cook realized what I was about to ask for before I could ask him. He gave me the pen and I immediately wrote down a note before giving it to the woman.

She read the note and said, "That's interesting...I was starting to wonder why you couldn't tell me but I can see the reason, it's too cruel...I guess I have no choice."

The cook agreed to phone the police and tell them the situation have been resolved as we forced the two men to pose shirtless in a homoerotic manner. After taking about a dozen of photos, the men put their shirts back on and walked out of the door, each with a depressing look on their face.

I gave the woman the camera and she understood.

"I'll make sure to keep this safe in case they come back for me and my family, thank you." she said.

I nodded.

Just as she was ready to leave, she started to check out the files on the camera when her smile suddenly disappeared from her face.

"Why do you have these pictures in the camera?" she asked, showing me some photos that finally explain the reason why the owner ditched it.

"You're sick...you're really sick!" she yelled.

"Yes I'm aware that such so-called 'modeling' sites are legal in certain countries but even then, to have such photos stored in your camera..."

I was about to explain to her before she continues on.

"Because you helped us, I won't call the police but it doesn't mean I'll let you off the hook that easily."

I walked back to Canal Street waiting for my brother when he stopped by and rolled down the window.

"Did you find them yet?" he asked.

I shook my head.

Then he did a double take and said, "What the hell happened to you? Forget it, we'll keep looking." before driving away.

I wished we brough a cellphone with us, maybe we could have asked them where we're supposed to meet the relatives. Then it hits me, why didn't we call them back in the first place?

I smacked myself in the face and started to bite down on my fingers when I heard someone yelling, "You let them get away?!"

"Someone interfered an-"

"There's no excuse for your incompetence, you two used to work as enforcers for Monsanto and I expected better from you!" said the gruff voice.

"And yet after you two have been beaten by a woman, you also ran off...I told you that I would bail you two out had you been arrested, instead you fools ran away!"

I crept carefully and peeked at the alley to see two men from before with one person wearing a black winter coat!

Wouldn't it be a bit suspicious?

I kept on listening and the following conversation goes like this.

"The reason why I hired you two is because I was hoping that you idiots would be able to force that bitch to work for us so her programming can help us bring this city down to its knees!"

More I hear him talk, more it hurts my throat.

"For god's sake you two used to pressure farmers into accepting deals by Monsanto and force people to accept poison added to the crops, now you guys are expecting me to believe that you have been beaten by a couple of nobodies?"

"Come to think of it, why did you run away?"

Neither of the two men said anything.

"Forget it! We'll just have to keep track of that woman and make sure no one will interfere...what are you guys shuddering?"

"N-nothing boss!"

"Okay, we'll have to disappear for a while, last thing we need is attracting suspicion."

I quickly hid behind the dumpster and waited until they passed by. Afterward, I went to follow them and made sure they won't hear me which is a bit easier to do so with many people walking by.

After navigating through the busy crowd, I saw the three climbing into a limo and started to drive away. I climbed onto the top of the roof and held on while hoping that they didn't hear something as it happened. After several stops, I looked up and saw an oversized shack before looking around to see trees all over the place, making me realize that we're in Central Park.

As soon as the limo stopped, I quickly leaped off the vehicle and hid behind the bush.

Once they got out of the vehicle, the figure in a winter coat and a ski mask then said to the two men, "Once we get in there, you will face the consequence of your cowardice!"

The two men fell to their knees and begged, "Please, anything but that!"

"If you don't come into the headquarter, your punishment will come much sooner!"

The two got up and followed the figure along with the driver into the building as I sat there and listen.

"I have had it with your failures. It's bad enough that you guys fucked up each time but to back down like this? This is just as well..."

"No...no, please...no..."

"Anything but that!"

I started to feel bad for those guys.

"All you had to do was to get her to join us, even with force and you still failed, I can I be able to keep up my operation if you two keep on screwing up?"

"Please..."

"Guards, hold him and make sure he watches his friend's punishment so he'll know what will be coming to him..."

"No, please...please, I beg of you!"

"Shut up, your ass is mine!"

"Not the belt, not the belt, not the belt!"

"You may call this an abuse but even the union ain't saving your ass!"

Whack!

"OW!"

"Whack!"

"GAH!"

"Giddyup motherfucker!"

Whack!

"ACK!"

"Every single time, every single fucking time!"

Whack!

"OOH!"

Whack!

"AAAH!"

Whack!"

"OW!"

Whack!

"EEEK!"

Whack!

"YEOW!"

Whack, whack, whack!

"..."

Whack!

"OUW..."

"Now go to the room and sleep. Don't wake up until I tell you to you stupid motherfucker!"

"Now it's your turn,"

"Wait, no...no, not the belt, not the belt, not the belt!"

WHACK!

"AGH!"

"Squeal like a pig!"

There was a sob.

"Squeal I say!"

Whack!

"AIEEE!"

"I said SQUEAL!"

Whack!

"OW!"

"SQUEAL!"

Whack!

"EEE!"

"SQUEAL MOTHERFUCKER! SQUEAL!"

Whack!

"OOO..."

"SQUEAL!"

Followed by several more whacks.

"GAH!"

"SQUEAL!"

Whack!

Then there was a suffocating sound followed by, "Squee..."

"Again!"

Whack!

"Squee..."

"Louder!"

Whack!

"S-squee..."

"LOUDER!"

Whack!"

"SQUEE..."

"Good, now go to your room and don't come down here until I tell you so, we're having a house party and you two aren't invited!"

What was going on in there?

Taking couple of steps back and turned to leave when someone opened the door and saw me!

"Hey, what are you doing here? Intruder!"

I sprinted out of the park, stripping past couple of joggers in the process before making my way to the subway station right outside of the entrance. Catching my breath, I start vomiting some glob of yellow gunk into the garbage bin. Once I was finished, I turned and bumped into a homeless who gave me a glare and said, "I eat out of that you know." before taking out a switchblade and pressed it against my throat.

"If I ever catch you puking in my snack box again, I will cut you up and have you for lunch, understand?"

I slowly nodded in fear once he placed his weapon back into his pocket.

Unable to move because of what happened, my legs continued to shake for several minutes before I was able to regain my composure. Then I took the train and amde some exhanges in order to get back to Canal Street where I would wait for my brother to drive by to pick me up once he finds where our visiting relatives from China are.

Turns out he did figured it out and drove back home to pick up the cellphone and call our parents where to find the relatives. Also it turns out that they did realized that they forgot to tell us where to pick them up and tried to call us but being that we leave the cell phone at home, it tells you something. Because of that, I waited by the entrace of the subway station for hours before he finally turns up with our relatives inside the car. After giving them a brief tour around the city, we then dropped them off at our cousin's where they would stay for a while before returning home ourselves.

All and all, it wasn't a complete waste of time, because I learned something new that day. As it turns out, there's a group of people setting up some kind of operation to bring the city down.

But why?

That's when I spend the next few days preparing myself to find out.

However, later that night my brother came into the kitchen and said, "It's for you."

I took the phone and my dad wasn't happy about the near fiasco that happened during the day which kept our relatives waiting for countless hours. Then he called me stupid and said that I couldn't do anything right. I thought about tossing the phone but kept on listening as several more verbal abuse would be hurled on my way, feeling as if the wind blew from the phone as I started to shake in anger.

Once it was over, I took a deep breath and put the phone back before walking into the living room where I punched the wall in frustration.

Did he have to call me stupid? I mean it wasn't my fault that I wasn't told where to find them.

Last thing I need is getting my self-esteem shot down more than ever and I had too much of that...more than enough to last several lifetimes.

Remembering Chris Beer's last words before his gruesome demise, I couldn't help but wonder who the overlord could be. As I recalled, Chris Beer was the one who led the spam and hack attack against Newgrounds few years ago, what could have happened?

All I do know is whoever the so-called "overlord" is, that person might be planning something and not much time is to be wasted. Bad enough that there was a recent news report in regards to a sighting of a flamboyant serial killer named Jeff, I have a feeling he's intending to finish the job he started. I was worried about that since someone send me a letter with writings written in blood, it really freaked me out.

The letter reads:

Dear Dennis,

I have been following for a while now and your actions against the Westboro Baptist Church really turned me on, lol!

I am looking forward to the day when we finally meet again so I can have the honor of covering myself with your blood as a way to remembering you once it's done.

Until we meet, ;)

Love, Jeffrey!

It's difficult to think of someone less saner than this guy off the top of my head. It's not going to stop me from sleeping however since I have more important things to worry about and seeing that Jeff is waiting for the right moment, maybe the next meeting will occur once the WBC ordeal is over, I don't know.

A doorbell ranged and I carefully checked from the window on the room next to the front entrance and to my relief, it was Peter. I opened the door and said, "Hey Peter, I didn't expect you to be here."

Peter smiled and said, "It's good to know that you're okay, but there's something I need to tell you,"

"What is it?" I asked.

"I heard that a computer technician employed by the NSA was murdered last night, do you by any chance know anything about this?"

"No, not at all, why?" I lied.

"Well, back in Minnesota, I remember how you said that the reason why you traveled around for a while is because you were looking for a computer hacker who launched an attack on a website you go to and he was from New Zealand. The person the NSA rumored to employed recently moved from New Zealand and shortly afterward, he disappeared." he said.

"Really? Wow...sucks for the NSA." I said with a feigned surprise.

"Considering what they tried to do, I wouldn't feel bad for them."

"I know, still who saw that one coming? I hope the worse will happen to Monsanto one day."

"We can all hope." said Peter.

"Anyway, we're leaving and I hope we'll meet again."

"Thanks Peter, good luck on your journey!" I said.

After he left, I closed the door and went to the kitchen to make something to eat. I fried a couple of eggs and I went down to the basement to get a can of soda while waiting for a moment for the eggs to cool down.

Once I got back up to the kitchen, I started to wonder if I can sit more comfortably by tipping the chair backward to the wall while resting my legs on the table. So I gave it a try but tipping the chair backward to the door and rested my feet onto the table and it worked for a while. Just when I was able to fall asleep, the chair slipped and I fell.

I decided that this would be the last time I try something like that.

The fried eggs made my throat a bit worse as I started to cough more the next morning, even vomiting out the greenish-yellow gunk that were lodged in the back of my throat. The problem would last for few days as I had to take some cough medicine every four (or six hours depending which one I was using as the first bottle was already running low). As I started to get better, at the same time my throat would feel like it's been covered with pigeon feathers, making it nearly impossible for me to speak without getting into a coughing fit.

Later that night, I tried Tylenol but it made my throat even worse as I ended up spending the entire night coughing. That's when I decided to get it checked out at the clinic so I took the train, only to have yet another run in with those guys...yes, you know the one.

The train was crowded and I was holding onto the poll when someone grabbed my shoulder and said, "Well, well, well, even after all the trouble for the past month you still have the guts to go outside you filthy infidel!"

"What's the matter? Loss for words? I can't blame you since I would too if fear took over knowing that my enemy have caught me. You really gave us a lot of trouble but this time you will finally meet your downfall for you insolence!"

"Not now!" I thought.

At the time like this, I couldn't afford to get sidetracked by a group of religious fanatics, I needed to get to the clinic.

"Our stop is coming up next." he said.

Once the train stopped at Woodhaven Blvd., the fanatic nudged me and I started to move toward the door when at the last second, I elbowed the man in the stomach and shoved him right out of the door. He screamed and tried to get back into the train only to get kicked out by me just as the door started to close. The nut starts banging on the door as the train begins its departure.

I flipped my would be kidnapper the finger and smiled.

I was worried that his friends might come after me, but thankfully, they didn't.

After getting myself checked out, I had to wait an hour in line to get the medicine the doctor prescribed me. During the wait, I had an uneasy feeling, it's like I have been watched!

I thought I was just being paranoid only to see a creepy figure smiling just in front of the door as he made a throat slitting gesture toward me. The security guard came and dragged him away.

"WA DID I DOOOOO!" he screamed.

I sighed in relief and thought this would be the last of him.

After making my way back home without trouble, I took two tea spoon of cough medicine and turned on the television. I was ready to change the channel when the new station reported a story that would kept me awake for days...a security guard from the clinic was found murdered as his body was discovered a block from the building.

Not only that, a rubber mask was discovered!

I have a feeling I know who that creepy figure is...

After learning that Chris Beer might have been hired by the NSA, I knew something Had to be done before the situation would spin out of control. Peter and his co. told me to stay out of it because they're intending to put a stop to this issues themselves but what they didn't understand is that I have been after Chris Beer for the past years, that was the reason why I have been traveling cross-country during those times. Knowing that Chris Beer might use his possible NSA connections to bring down Newgrounds, I have to make sure he won't be able to use the internet again.

To find a troll, you have to know a troll, to know a troll...you have to be a troll.

To be a troll? You have to learn!

So I dove into the cesspool of the internet, the largest gathering of filth and the lowest of the lows one can find...the internet comments section, every single one of them (that goes for YouTube comments, Yahoo! Answers, every sports forums, news site comments, etc.). However, for a while I did regret doing so as some of the comments I have read made me lose faith in humanity. In some cases I felt like tracking some of the users down and slit each and every one of the in their fucking throat and I mean it!

In the end I had to stop looking at one point in order to recover, it was awful...

But then I hit the jackpot!

I learned in the message board of a racist website that NSA hired someone who moved from New Zealand to the U.S. because of his hacking ability and has a sizable followers willing to help him in his venture. The person is said to be residing in Trenton, New Jersey so I prepared myself by arming myself with some non-lethal weapons to ward off muggers and took several buses to get there. As I got off, I started to wonder where I could find Chris Beer and his gang since there is a good chance that it's either a rumor or something the poster posted to throw people off.

Then I realized that that's what he would expect me to think and ultimately, Chris Beer is in Trenton after all. Afterward, I sat down at the bus station to think where a trolling hacker like Chris Beer would be hiding, especially when employed by the government agency.

After getting mugged by a bunch of thugs (they took away my non-lethal weapons before I could use them), I came upon a mostly abandoned apartment building with only one lit window. Seeing that the front entrance was heavily guarded, it pretty much confirmed that someone important is in there so I went through the back door only to find it locked!

Angry, I kicked the door and it swung open.

"That was easy!" I thought.

I ran up the stairs before running back down to see what floor that the brightly lit light is at. Once I ran back in, I became tired after after climbing several stories and wondered why they couldn't fix the damn elevator. I took a rest at the twelfth floor and waited for minutes before I continued on and climbed up several steps before making it to the twenty fifth story.

I listened to each door to hear if there's any noise, that way I could find which room Chris Beer could be hiding in. I came across the one door guarded by two armed men...

"Damn it!"

If there's a way to get through the line of defense...so I think...then it hits me!

They can't guard him all night and even if they could, Chris Beer will have to go outside sooner or later since even he can't stay in at all time. But then I remember that this is Chris Beer and remembering what he had done years ago...

I decided to wait until the guards' shift ends so I can seize my opportunity to take down and maybe even kill Beer. So I waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited...and waited.

I nearly dozed off when I heard someone was coming so I hide in one of the abandoned rooms. I peeked through the door way and saw the guards walking toward the stairway, ending their shift.

I jumped for joy and sprinted to the door where the notorious internet hacker and troll is at. I slowly knocked on the door and someone said, "No, I'm not going out, the sun is too bright and I don't care if it's morning!" with a whining tone.

I knocked again.

"Go away, just give me something to eat...like some wasabi peas or anything from McDonald's, I'll hack for you later but I'm watching something...oh yeah, take it like a bitch Lizard Misty!"

I kicked the door open and saw a slightly pudgy and pale figure who is slightly taller than me. I spat out whatever he had in his mouth onto the computer screen and yelled, "Who are you?"

"We have finally meet Chris Beer..." I said.

"A Newgrounds user? I heard there were some trying to hunt me down after that incident few years ago, but you're too late as I'm employed by your country's government!" he said with a smug smile.

"It doesn't matter,"

I cracked my fists.

"If you attack me, you'll get arrested!"

"No one will have to know." I said.

Beer got up and said, "Then I won't go down without a fight!"

He took a slow swing at me but I was able to dodge it in the nick of time. Then I responded by pushing him onto his computer which he picked up and toss it right directly at me, only to land inches away from my feet.

"Dude!"

Chris Beer jumped toward me and we struggled for a bit until I stumbled, causing me to fall backward. I got up, threw him to the ground, and picked up a lava lamp so I could use it as a weapon. The NSA employed New Zealander stared down at me and roared while I yawned and looked up at the clock, it was 5:38 in the morning, we've been up all night.

I threw the lava lamp at Beer and it harmlessly hits him in the groin.

Once the lamp was smashed on the floor, Beer looked up and said, "Am I supposed to fall down or something?"

I quickly punched him in the face, breaking the slow pacing the fight has up to that point. However, Chris Beer touches the content from the lava lamp and his skin starts to turn green.

The hacker got up and took a swipe and cuts me in the cheek. I picked up whatever random object I could find and toss each of them at the mutated hacker with little to no effect. As he started toward me, I tried to hold him back with an urn but Beer than grabs the object and crushed it with his hand.

Once again I reached for whatever I could find on the desk and grabbed a pen. As Beer marched toward me, I stabbed him in the eye and there was a loud groaning scream that filled the room.

I landed a dropkick on Beer and he fell right out of the window.

"What's going on here?"

"It's coming from this room!"

Realizing that the guards heard the scream, I ran out of the room and hid in one of the abandoned rooms. Before long, the men ran into Beer's room and I sprinted to the stairs where I made my way out of the building.

"BLLLLLRG!"

I turned around and saw a horribly disfigured Chris Beer crawling toward me.

"...hlp mee..." he hissed.

I didn't think it would be that bad, what was inside of that lava lamp?

"...hlllp...me..."

"Get away from me!" I said.

But then Beer hissed, "...thrrr...or...ovrlerrd...keel...u..."

That part caught my attention, overlord kill me? That means he's not the overlord, he really did lost much influence he had over the years. I walked away as his remains melts into a red bubbly puddle.

It wasn't over, some of the agents from NSA saw me and I had to lose them before I could start my way back home. By that time, that's when I remember I couldn't afford the bus fare because I lost my wallet in the mugging earlier that night!

With that, I had to find a way to get back to New York City without the bus and with my wallet missing, that can poise a problem. Yes I know I was fortunate enough to leave my debit card and my ID at home but my driving learner's permit and my Metro-cards are there, not to mention I stuffed it with several twenties inside the damn thing.

I sat right on the bench in the school's playground when a tour bus arrived.

"Why would tourists go to Trenton?" I said to myself before remembering the historical significance the place had in the American history. Then I realize that if I could sneak inside the bus, I can get back home...or end up somewhere in Canada since I had no idea where the bus goes to. I was able to hide myself among the crowd of tourists and for a while it worked, but once we got to Little Italy, they found me out and I was thrown out.

From then on, I started my journey to get back home by traveling across the Williamsburg Bridge and trekked all the way back to Woodhaven by following the J-train line. After making it back home, I took a shower, eat and finally sleep.

Next morning I got sick.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dark room while hiding behind what I thought to be a large box. I was able to make out some of the shapes in the basement and when Zacied would come close to me by watching the figure moving toward me. In the game of cat and mouse, I was able to slip right by the former internet hacker and spammer several times, frustrating him. Just when I started to wish that I have a lighter with me, Zacied then said, "If only the light is on, surely I would have killed you by know!"

"If I have a night-vision goggle and a gun, I'd blow your head off and make sure that you'd feel it!" I said.

Zacied then tried to throw something at me but ended up aiming in the wrong direction while I tripped as I was moving behind another one of those large boxes. I laughed and said, "You need to do better than that if you're going to find me in the unlit basement!"

"Oh I'll get you for this!" he yelled.

Then his partner who was still outside said, "Couldn't we just lock him in until Creb returns?"

"NO! HE'S MINE!"

"Okay..."

It's a good thing Zacied isn't the brightest bulb, but then again Duck Division aren't exactly intellegent outside of hacking...that's when I started to wonder if most of the members are in fact tools used by Chris Beer to throw the Newgrounds administration off guard. I had no time to think about it further because at that point, I was still in hiding and need to wait before I could make my move against Zacied in the dark basement. As time went by, my eyes were able to make out the boxes and Zacied in the darkness.

I picked up one of the smaller boxes and was prepared to beat his head in when someone turned on the lights. Because we have been in the basement for quite a while, the light blinded us and I dropped the box.

I could hear Zacied screaming, "WHAT THE HELL? MY EYES!"

During the confusion, I started to open my eyes and slowly my eyes recovered enough to see what was inside the box.

"TNT?"

I picked up the content and soon I saw Zacied and his partner backing away from me.

"You drop that!" Zacied yelled.

I opened the box and found several sticks of dynamite.

I point one at them and they backed away further. It looked as if I was able to get myself out of this mess and escape from the hell hole so I can call the police until the two stopped backing away.

Zacied then said, "You don't have a lighter do you?"

"Zacied, what do you think we should do?" his partner asked.

"What do you think? There's two of us and one of him!" he yelled.

I quickly knocked over a large box, causing a pile of straws and dozens of hand grenades to spill out. The two then jumped backward and Zacied yelled, "Don't you use that in this room, it'll kill us all!"

"You dolts, what the fuck are you doing?"

We all looked up to the top of the stairs and it's Creb.

Zacied stammered, "H-he has a..."

"A grenade?" Creb cuts in.

"It's not a real thing, I have been smuggling illegal toys in order to make money for our dear overlord, you have to be a dumbass to have actual explosives in your home!"

Then I got into the conversation and said, "Why would anyone smuggle illegal toys? That sounds stupid!"

"You wouldn't understand until the truth is revealed!" Creb answered.

The truth? What could it be? I didn't bother asking because I figured that it wouldn't go anywhere since it would have meant telling me who their overlord is, but I assumed it's Chris Beer.

For his failure, Creb grabbed Zacied's partner by his neck and snapped it like a piece of twig.

Zacied pissed himself and cried as his partner's lifeless body was dropped right in front of him. Creb then said, "This is what happens if you fail so you better kill him or else!"

Zacied nodded and takes a knife Creb handed him.

"This is my chance to redeem myself, if I don't kill you...it's over for me!" he said.

I went and did one of th cheapest things anybody could have done, I kicked him square in the nuts, causing him to keel over in pain. Creb screamed and roared, "YOU COWARD, CAN'T YOU FIGHT LIKE A MAN? HOW DARE YOU DO THIS?"

Coming from a poorly built troll bot who send goons to fight for him.

As he was caught up in throwing tantrums, I snuck past him and made my way to the kitchen, took out a pot from the cupboard, filled it with water and waited until the troll bot to emerge from the basement.

"You're not running away!" he yelled.

I splashed him with water but nothing happened.

"I'm waterproofed!" he sneered.

"Damn it!"

I thought it would work.

I took off to the living room where there were several chunks of durian sitting on the table. Seeing the spikey shell on the fruit, I decided that I might as well give it a shot since I had limited choice for that matter, it could be the only way to get out of this mess. So I picked up one of the chunks and climbed up the stairs as the troll bot slowly marched toward the living room.

I took a golf club from one of the bedrooms and attacked Creb only to have him grabbed the club before it lands on his head. The troll bot smiled and said, "That's it? How pathetic!" as he bent the club with ease. Seeing that how the golf club attack failed miserably, I knew may have to resort to using a piece of fruit I hated the most.

I ran up the stairs once again and took the chunk of durian I kept in the bedroom before opening up the window where I would climb out in order to gain a tactical advantage over the troll bot. I held the chunk of stinky fruit with my mouth in order to use both hands so I won't fall while sliding down the rain gutter in order to re-enter the house from the front entrance.

After entering the building, I picked up the bent golf club before slowly climbing up the stairs and snuck into the bedroom where the troll bot was staring out the open window. I quickly slammed the durian onto his head and the spikey shell pierced right through the metal plate (what a cheap stuff). When I let go, the piece of fruit remained stuck on the troll bot's head thanks to the spikes and soon the sparks started to fly in every direction.

Creb then yelled, "Noooooooo!" in a very bland manner.

With the bent golf club, I proceeded to beat him until the troll bot falls to the ground squirming. I continued to beat him until Creb's voice became more robotic and said, "You fool, by defeating me, your fate is sealed...self-destruction sequence actives in...9...8...7..."

I dropped the golf club, stormed down the stairs and bolted out of the house shortly before it explodes.

The explosion created a shockwave powerful enough to knock out windows throughout the neighborhood and once it's over, I got up when someone came up to me and said, "Dennis! What are you doing here?"

"Michelle? Then that means..."

I looked up and behind her is the crew, even Peter's here too.

"Good to see you again..." I said.

"What the hell is going on?" one of them yelled.

I sighed and said, "It's a long story, what happened was t-" when I felt a sharp pain on my back.

Michelle's face turned white as she backed away.

I turned around and saw still alive Zacied bleeding from all over holding a knife and smiled, "It's over..." as he dropped dead.

"Dennis? Are you alright?" Peter asked.

"Yes I'm fine, not sure why you guys are here." I answered.

"That's because we heard that there are possible hackers that are being employed by the NSA and we came here to check to see if it's true but more improtantly, can you explain why they're after you?"

"I will, but first thing's first...can't you please call the ambulance..."

Then I passed out.

I woke up feeling groggy with a throbbing pain on the back of my head, having no idea what just happened. Once I slowly recover, I remember meeting an old friend before turning around and felt a whack to the back of my head.

"So you've finally woke up, took you a while!"

I shook my head and looked up in spite of the throbbing pain to see Trevor and few others standing right in front of me. I looked down to find myself tied up tightly to a metal chair.

I said, "What the hell is going on? Why are you with the guys from the Duck Division?"

Trevor smiled as he grabbed the side of his face to pull of a mask, revealing his true identity.

"Creb!"

Creb was a troll bot created by the Duck Division in order to create panic in the Newgrounds message board. Thankfully, one of the NG users Byte Slinger who happens to be a cyborg (long story) drove him away before he could do some real damage. Since then, the troll bot haven't been heard from and was assumed to be scrapped for parts in Detroit...until now!

"It's been a while, I heard that you pursued my creator, Chris Beer few years ago but now that you came back, we Duck Division shall take out one of the threats to our dominance on Newgrounds!" he said.

I could hear the lightning flashing outside.

"You guys are still trying to take over the website?" I said.

Creb grinned and said, "Of course, by taking over the site, we can take control of the portal by spamming it with crap so that way, no one can stand in our way toward the dominance on the internet!" followed by an evil laugh.

"But first, being that you used to hang out at the Barracks thread and once helped out on taking down our spam flashes, foiling us! However, knowing that you probably have some information, if you tell us, we'll spare you!" he continued.

"No." I said.

"You better tell us!"

"No."

"Tell us you faggot!"

"No."

"If you don't, we will hurt you!" he yelled.

"Even if I know, why the fuck would I tell you? With the crap you guys have pulled, there's no way I'm going to help destroy Newgrounds!" I answered.

Creb turned around and walked away saying, "Then it can't be helped...we were hoping that it won't come to this but you have left us no choice..."

The troll bot clapped and two of his men walked out of the door and would return some time later with a grocery bag. Then the bag was placed onto the table where the content was removed, unveiling what's probably one of the most heinous thing known to mankind...

"DURIAN?!" I screamed.

Creb chuckled and said, "I see you're quite familiar with this fruit, now you will tell us or we'll force you eat it!"

"YOU MONSTER!"

Durian is a fruit that is indigenous to Southeast Asia where it has a cult following. It's one of the most disgusting things that have ever existed and why people likes these I'll never understand. It's actually illegal in some parts of certain countries, can be used as a murder weapon, and not only that, forcing someone to eat a piece of the fruit is a violation of the Geneva Convention.

To think the quacky bastards would stoop to such levels...

As soon as they cut open the nasty piece of fruit, the room was filled with with nauseating stench that nearly made me want to throw up. Despite my previous encounters with durians, the stench is something I couldn't describe, because I didn't want to. It didn't take long for the stench to fill up my lungs to the point that I started to wish for death and this coming from a person who wants to live to 100.

Creb takes out a spoon and scooped out a piece of fruit from the shell before separating the flesh from the seed. The troll bot then toss the seed at me and laughed like a geek high on cocaine.

"You will tell us..." he said.

"...or we'll have no choice but to force you to eat this!"

"Fuck you!" was the answer from me.

"Fine!" the troll bot yelled.

He tried to force the fruit into my mouth but I refused to open it so the troll bot use his other hand to pry my jaw open. After doing so, I spat the piece of fruit right back at Creb and in response, the troll bot started to strangle me before letting go. After catching my breath, I coughed and said, "What are you waiting for? Just do it already, I rather die than eating this shit!"

Then I continued, "Or is it because you won't get the info you want?" in a mocking tone.

Creb threw a punch, knocking me over along with the chair.

Soon he starts rubbing a piece of durian on my face.

"You will talk or we will find a way to stuff a piece of durian into you, one way or another!" he said before walking out of the door.

It wasn't until a while later when I notice the rope became loosened, probably due to getting knocked down and all but it was still too tight to undo it. Having a bad taste in my mouth, I still felt sick and knew that if I don't get out of this soon, they will find a way to cram a piece of noxious fruit down my throat in order to get me to talk. With that, I tipped over and the rope began to loosen up further until one of the guards came and lifted me back up saying, "If you're trying to escape, it won't work, the chair is made of iron, there's no way you can break it!"

I tipped over again and then the guard laughed.

"You wouldn't give up would you? What a pathetic spectacle, especially coming from you!"

I tipped over again.

"Really? No matter how much you try, the chair won't break, give it up!"

I felt the rope slipping down and knew this to be my best chance.

"Zacied, even after all these years you're still the same stooge you have always been. Remember the time when I beat the crap out of you several years ago after you and your quacking friends tried to wreak havoc on Newgrounds by hacking into their accounts and even kidnapping them? Kidnapping me is one of the biggest mistakes the Duck Division have ever made, just behind using up the little resource you guys have to built a troll bot." I said.

Zacied smirked and said, "So you still remember me after all those years? True that I have been planning a revenge against you for sometime but does it matter now? You're all tied up and tried to break free, what are you going to do? Your Barracks friends have no idea what we've been up to and even then, that cyborg bitch's the only one who can do something to us...no matter, unlike last time, we will prevail!"

After lifting me back up, he tossed a piece of durian right at my face. As soon has he turned his back on me, I quickly undid the loosened rope and threw it at Zacied while his friend freaked out, running into the wall...yes I know, no wonder why the Duck Division became mostly defunct.

I picked up a chair and threw it at Zacied before running into the other room where I would hide in the basement. It was pitched black so I had no idea what I got myself into at that point and apparently, neither do they as I heard Zacied and his colleague arguing on whether they should look for me.

"You idiot! Creb told us not to go there, I don't know why but we should just wai-"

"No! That asshole ruined my life for the past several years, I will kill him if that's the last thing I do!"

Then he went after me in the basement.

This is getting ugly and here's why.

I know the members of the WBC won't give up but the fact that they hired a professional was bad enough but this time, they somehow managed to recruit a very dangerous individual. I know because he's one of the most notorious trolls on Newgrounds forum as he would make anti-semitic conspiracy posts which includes the good old "holohoax" posts.

He's a very evasive bastard but I never thought that he would be as exactly what his screen name described.

It all started when I went out to the store to buy a gallon of milk only to find out that they were out. What happened was that the truck shipping the gallon of milk broke down so the delivery was delayed.

There are few quarts in the store but they're all expired.

I decided to head on to Pathmark which happens to be few miles away and it would turn out to be one of the most grueling stroll I have ever taken, not only because of the summer heat, because of what I mentioned earlier.

On my way to the store, there's a car wash down the block from where Pathmark is, but then some of the people turned and their eyes grew wider than ever...

"YOU!" one of them yelled.

"Oh crap!"

I tried to make a run for it, only to slip on the soapy water and fell.

"Ow!"

Then someone came and kicked me in the side as he said, "There's no escape from us now!"

Two men then came and lift me to my feet before grabbing ahold of my arms.

The guy who kicked me looked at me and smiled, "It's over you heathen, time for you to meet your executioner...oh Sumo" and whistled.

A massively obese man wearing a thong emerged from the car wash and each step he took, his man boobs jiggled. I have no idea why but for some reason, I couldn't help but stare at the enormous racks, they're disgusting and huge but...I felt like cutting them open. Then he starts stretching and performed some jumping jacks which made me laugh for a bit.

"Do you think that scares me? Look at him, it's hilarious!" I said.

"So you dare to mock him? Just wait until he makes his move!" the WBC member said.

Then suddenly, the sumo wrestler's belly stretched and whacked me right in the face.

The two men then let go of me and moved away to watch the show.

I was stunned at what I just saw, he stretched!

At that point I realize that I'm up against someone inhuman and reminds me of a person with a screen name that has the description as him, only thing missing was...

"HEIL HITLER!" the stretchy sumo wrestler yelled as he lifted his arm to perform a Nazi salute.

"It's him!" I muttered.

Then his arm stretched and punched me in the face.

Before I could recover, I felt another punch to my face and already I became dizzy. As I stumbled backwards, I bumped into one of the passerbys who pushed me out of the way and yelled at me.

Then I felt another hit to my head and a punch to my stomach.

"This is the end for you heathen! For years you have made a mockery of our church but today is the day where everyone will learn that no one messes with us and live!" the WBC member yelled.

I regained my footing and focused on the stretchy sumo.

Then I looked around to see if there's something I could use as a weapon, anything, that is until I saw a discarded windshield wiper on the ground. I picked it up and dodged a punch by the stretchy sumo and swung it at his neck, only to see him stretching it backward to avoid the swipe and headbutted me to the ground. I got up but then he grabbed me by the throat and threw me to the ground.

"You idiot, you're supposed to break his neck, not throw him to the ground!"

I got up and backed away in time and said to the WBC member, "Too...late..." as I tried to catch my breath.

Soon, the unthinkable would occur, the stretchy sumo detached his man boobs and swung it at me. I wasn't able to get out of the way in time and was knocked few feet to the side onto somebody's car, turning on the car alarm. But then the stretchy sumo dropped his man boobs and covered his ears while screaming like a child throwing a massive tantrum.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!" he screamed.

Seizing this opportunity, I landed a jump kick at his stomach...only to get caught in his massive flesh and felt my limb sinking into the belly. I tried to pull my self out but my arms got caught and was getting sucked in as well.

Then the morbidly obese life-sized Stretch Armstrong doll let out a huge burp and his belly shot me out onto the noisy vehicle, stopping the alarm. Before I could get up, the glass on the car door shattered over my head and saw the stretchy sumo's outstretched arm retracting back to it's owner. For a moment my body wasn't able to move despite my mind screaming for it to do so as I watch him stretch his neck until his face is an inch away from mine...

"Boo!"

Then he stretched it back to his body.

The people from the WBC all laughed maniacally.

Knowing that there's no way I can beat this guy, not to mention the fact that the people watching the whole thing didn't seem to bother calling the police, there was only one thing left to do.

"Here goes nothing!" I thought.

"Hey, Stretchy, this morning on Newgrounds, someone banned you from what I heard!" I yelled.

The stretchy sumo gave a dumb look on his face and growled, "Huh?"

"There are some threads talking about your ban from the forum for making anti-Semitic posts!"

The stretchy sumo started to whimper and bounced away yelling, "Don't ban meeeeeeeeeee!"

I finally got up and dust myself off before feeling a bit woozy from the hits I took when the WBC member said, "You cheap bastard, how dare you weasel your way out of this?"

"You should have known better than to hire a Newgrounds user to kill me, especially when he happens to be a troll." I said.

All three WBC members hopped into their washed vehicle and said, "You may have lucked out but next time...we'll get you!" before driving away.

The police finally arrived and they took me for questioning.

They didn't believe me at first until several witnesses told them the exact same thing. You have to admit, it's hard to believe that there would be a stretchy sumo wrestler attacking the place.

In the end, they let me off and send me to the hospital for some medical attention. I was out after few hours and wanted to return home for a rest, I decided that the milk can wait for another day.

Then I came across a familiar face.

"Trevor?"

The individual looked at me and said, "Huh?"

"C'mon buddy, I know it's you, where have you been? It's been ages since you last posted on Newgrounds!"

Then he recognized me and said, "Oh hey, I remember you!"

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked.

"I had a fight," I said.

Trevor laughed and said, "Sure, no really, what happened?"

"You know the construction area few blocks form here? I accidentally fell." I lied.

He sighed and said, "This is why you need to pay attention, you're lucky to be alive."

We high fived and talked about the time when a group of spammers known as the "Duck Division" came and hacked several moderators. Eventually, the hackers and spammers would disappear once the site administrator Wade Fulp took them down with a help from the users from "Elite Guard Barracks". The Barracks members would become the biggest nemesis for the Duck Division and helped made sure that they're no longer relevant.

There are rumors that some of the surviving members of the Duck Division tried to track down the Barracks members in hope for some revenge, but nothing really came out of it.

It was a pleasant surprise seeing an old friend and I asked him when he will go back on Newgrounds where he was known as "SilentCobra". He said, "Once I have time I'll be back, but I have things to do."

"Okay, but it's good to see you." I said.

"Same to you."

As I turned around to head on home, I felt a blow to the back of my head and suddenly blacked out.

Aaron Hernandez was the starting tight end of a Super Bowl contending team known as the New England Patriots. For a while he had it all, fame, fortune, glory, women, and a shot to win a Super Bowl ring. However, as the New England Patriots would learn, once a thug will always be a thug as the team and Aaron Hernandez himself would soon learn.

It all started after signing a multi-million dollar contract extension which helps lock him up with the team for the prime of his career. Aaron Hernandez was living it up big time by partying all night long with his bitches and hoes as the Tupac album plays at full volume which caused the neighbors to file a complaint against the tight end.

Aaron Hernandez, being the kind of person he is couldn't take it very well so once in a while he would challenge his neighbors to a street fight.

Each fight would end in a injury to the poor sap who accepted the challenge from the tight end. One day, Aaron Hernandez would resort to a more drastic measure when he learned that his mother is dating a semi-pro football player, Odin Lloyd. Being that he's a Norse mythology buff, Aaron was okay at first, even became friends with Odin. However, as time went by, the tight end starting to become paranoid. What if Odin sees him as a threat and decides to smite him? He read the comic and watched Thor more than enough times to figure that Odin might eventually turn against him.

Aaron had two choices to make, either he could ignore the fact that his friend happens to have a name of a Norse god and hope that he doesn't smite him or try to keep it real.

"Something has got to be done!" he thought.

With that, he chose to keep it real!

So the tight end contacted his friends, Carlos Ortiz and Ernest Wallace to ask them for assistance.

"Guys, this Odin guy is on to me, I have a feeling he might try to smite me one day!" he said.

"What are we going to do, brotha?" asked Carlos.

Ernest smacked him on the back of his head and said, "Aaron called us so what do you think? He's asking us for help!"

"That's right, thanks man, I know I can count on you guys!" said Aaron.

"You can't trust anyone anymore..."

Later that night, Aaron's friends went out to a karoake bar where they proceed to get drunk. At first everything was fine, but when "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow started to play, the singers sung the song badly without any concern of what might happen to them because they were young and had each other. Ernest became angry at how his favorite song was being butchered so a punch was thrown and the chair was smashed into. A gunshot was heard but no one knows who tried to shoot whom.

Ernest and Carlos were thrown out of the bar.

Next morning, Aaron Hernandez met up with the two in the apartment he recently rented in order to plan out the murder of his mother's boyfriend.

"Okay, listen, we have to be careful because it could mean the end of my career if things goes wrong." said Aaron.

"C'mon Aaron, this is our best chance to knock off this motherfucka!" said Carlos.

"Yeah, if we screw up then this could be the end of all of us!" said Ernest.

The three got into the car and drove to the industrial park where Aaron asked Odin to be at in promise that he would find a roster spot for the semi-pro football linebacker if the request is complied. Excited at the prospect of getting a spot in a professional football team and contending team at that, Odin starts texting to his sister.

"Did you see who I am with?"

"Who?" his sister asked.

"NFL!" Odin replied.

"Really?"

"Just so you know."

Not long after, a car arrived.

Aaron Hernandez and his two friends got out to Odin's surprise.

"Aaron, who are these people? Do they play for the Patriots too?" Odin asked.

The two men then grabbed Odin by his arms.

"Hey, what's this about?"

Aaron smiled and said, "No, they're not from the NFL and neither will you!" as he points a gun at the semi-pro football player's direction.

Stunned, Odin said, "Aaron, what's going on here? Is this a joke?"

Several shots were fired that night.

The next day, the body was discovered and upon hearing the news, Aaron Hernandez then took his cell phone apart and waited until the police arrived.

"Mr. Hernandez, a body was discovered one mile away from your home so we came here to see if you can help us with the investigation." said the police officer.

"Okay, I got nothing to hide!" said the tight end.

"Seeing that we were able to identity the body, it's also the reason why we came here so if you can turn over the cell phone to us, it can really help us with our investigation of the possible homicide."

"Okay."

Aaron then walks into his bedroom and came back with a pieces of the cell phone.

The police officer's smile quickly disappeared as he looked at what was left of the cell phone and said, "Sir, I'm afraid we need to talk!"

So Aaron was taken to the police station for questioning and each answer the Patriots tight end gave became more suspicious than the last. In time, Aaron Hernandez's accomplices to the murder were caught and one of them revealed the location of his secret apartment. Once the police searched the apartment, they were able to turn up enough evidence to convict the Patriots tight end for the crime.

Not long after the evidence against Aaron Hernandez were turned up, the New England Patriots terminated the contract with the tight end and his football career would soon come to an end.

Aaron Hernandez, the tragic story of a Pro Bowl tight end of the New England Patriots who seemingly had it all, only to throw it away for a life of crime. He could have gotten just about anything he could have wanted along with a shot for glory, now trying to stick it out as a football player by converting to a wide receiver in the prison room where he would catch passes from his new team mate affectionately known in prison among inmates as "Bubba" each night in the end zone.

Just another case of what can happen if keeping it real goes wrong.

I woke up at the hospital and saw a nurse replacing an empty bag with the one filled with clear liquid. The nurse turned and looked at me for a moment before walking away and not long after, the doctor came in and told me that was was out for five days.

"Never thought that much arsenic would be enough to come close to killing you, got to be one of the worse tolerance to that amount of this kind of poison I have ever encountered." he said.

"Oh and by the way, there are some people coming to see you."

A police officer and a detective came into the room to ask me some questions about the event the other day. What happened was that the head of the security confessed and soon, they arrested the person in charge of the branch of the company in this city. It helped that they received the files that were given anonymously which someone then left a tip, leading them to the building itself just after we finished playing the game of chicken.

Then they asked me what I was doing there in the first place and I knew I was in trouble until someone came in and told them to come back. While waiting for the two to return, I looked at the television placed on a corner of the ceiling and a movie Sharknado was on...*shudder*

They eventually came back and told me that someone explained how I was kidnapped and tried to escape and was forced to play what seems to be a "Russian Roulette". I went, "Uh...okay, yeah that's what happened,"

Then the detective asked, "Have you done something that might have given them a reason to kidnap you?"

I thought for a moment and said, "I was walking by and heard something so I decided to see what was going on. Then I came in too close then a bunch of men came and dragged me into the building claiming that I 'seen too much' or something."

They seemed to accept as I was no longer questioned.

Lucky me.

Then more people came in and I recognized them.

"Hey guys, good to see you're alright." I said.

"We should be worried about you; I thought I told you not to get involved and look at you, in a coma for four days due to your own reckless action!" Michelle yelled.

I couldn't say anything...

"You should be ashamed of what you have done, we were able to handle this ourselves and you had to get involved, be happy that we bailed you out on this one but don't expect this to happen again!" the other said, no idea who he is since I never really bother to know the rest of the crew.

"How's Peter?" I asked.

"He's coming around but he'll be out for sometime, as a interm leader of the group, I'm letting you go. It's clear that you have been a liability f-"

"But I was with you guys for about two weeks!" I cut in.

"And already you have caused us problems!"

"You wouldn't have known about the eye drops!"

"We would have found out eventually and even then, what you have done have placed us in dangers for years, we do-"

"Years?! What the fuck are you talking about? If you're going to kick me out, just say so, there's no need to make up some bullshit reason to do that like what Zimmerman did when he stalked a teenager at night!" I yelled.

Though I wasn't thinking of the irony regarding wjat I just said but they didn't caught on to it either.

He glared at me and they left except for Michelle who apologized about what happened but still said that she agreed with the decision. I was disappointed but too tired to be upset since there's no point.

A day after being released from the hospital, I head on home where I spend some time on Newgrounds racking up some flash game medal points. There wasn't much to do since I was thrown out, I hope Peter does something about this once he recovers but if not, oh well. Either way, I'm glad the whole thing's over and with the tainted eye drops being put to a halt, it won't be long until the conspiracy in Minneapolis ends as well. Can't really count on the news to report that one despite covering the events related to that so I'll have to hope for the best.

But hey, no more zombies!

Besides that, right now much of the news are devoted to the Trayvon/Zimmerman episode and how the jurors screwed up by acquitting the latter, not even a manslaughter charge, weak!

I have a feeling it's going to get ugly.

Something usual happened on YouTube though, it tried to ask me to use my real name in place of my screen name, what the heck is it with that? Something's up, I mean it's something they would do in China...what the hell is going on here? Bad enough that the administrator have been giving the website series of pointless redesigns that made it harder to navigate and even took away some features, now this?

If one change is to be made, it's this, I want the old channel design back!

That and moderate the comments section.

Guess it seems that Google wanted their very own Facebook and decides to butcher YouTube so they can turn it into a social network site because their previous attempt in Google+ flopped.

Someone will have to stop this somehow but I really don't think it's going to happen, seriously Google will just ignore it as always, nothing we can do about it but form a pointless petition that never works.

That's all for my pointless ramble on Google's mismanagement of a formerly great video sharing site in YouTube.