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Hello, Reader. My name is Derpyspaghetti, and I am here to tell you a story. As you may know, the chat on the creepypasta wiki, this wiki's sister site, has been shut down for quite some time. The admin all say that it is due to toxic users, bullying, cliqueing and the like, but I am here to tell you a great truth . But before I tell you that story, first I must tell you this one.

 

 

Empyrealinvective sat in his velvet-leather silk recliner, sipping his expensive english tea and deleting quality creepypastas that he did not want on the site, as they threatened his own for attention. Another writer's dreams properly crushed, he leaned back into his seat, and switched to his desktop that contained his all of his writing, from his latest works, to his very first (which I hear is an amazing mashup of many, many things). He dropped the keyboard into his lap, and slammed his sausag-ey fingers against it, creating a strong, consistent, tacking sound. He looked up at the screen to see the massive pile of jibberish being autocorrected into a great story. 'HDKAShdvgefjldjkgHGFASUKD' soon became 'he looked up at the monster, fear shining brightly in his eyes'. Empy smiled. He was well on his way to making his new story for the wiki. He re-read it, eyes slowly scanning down the page, and his satisfied smirk slowly gave way to a frown. This wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be. Having so many horror stories began to get boring after a while, and he began to wish that he could write a story full of dark humor once in a while.

Suddenly, Empy had an idea.

 

 

It had taken him months upon months upon months to learn to code in ''PretentiousScript'', or PS for short. It was an extremely difficult language, as all words had to be some variation upon 'Tea and Crumpets' or 'Top hats and Monocles', but he had done it. It was compatible with all languages, which made it extremely good to use once learned, and all Empy had to do was use it. He began to type, his hands moving over the keyboard slowly and deliberately.

 

:Shall we sit down for a spot of tea?[

:::My good sir!]

 

Empy continued typing along in this manner, stopping every so often to readjust his monocle, before stopping entirely.

He had finally begun with the creation of his bot, one that could finally restore some order to the TrollPasta wiki. Of course, he needed an account for said bot, but he didn't want people to think it was a bot in any way, so he needed a clever name for it. One that could misdirect users into thinking that this was not a bot, but rather a person... a guy if you will. He needed to make users think that this was just some guy doing all of the page purging this bot was going to do. It was on those grounds that he decided to name the bot SOMEGUY123 (It would have been 'JUSTSOMEGUY123', but that name was taken). Now, all that was left was to finish the code.

 

It was an all night coding session, but Empy had finally finished. Nothing could stop him from creating the page-purging bot of destruction, here to restore quality to the site, and make sure that there is a greater chance that you will land upon ''Billy's Wish'' when hitting the random pasta button. A small smirk arose upon his face, which quickly gave way to a frown when he remembered he forgot to feed his goldfish overnight. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and clicked the 'create' button on SOMEGUY123's account. ''Now'', he thought to himself, ''this bot will begin its true reign of terror!''

 

 

LOLSKELETONS loved to burn things down. He loved to do so because he found death extremely hilarious. It was one of these times, however, that he was watching a house burn wickedly to the ground, that he thought it might be so much better to do this with... someone else. Perhaps an accomplice, or a sidekick, just anyone that was ready and willing to burn something down alongside him. Beautiful sparks sprayed out in every direction as a large beam fell, making an orange mane for the structurally compromised house. Desenitized to the true beauty of things such as this, Skelly began to walk off, no longer feeling the heat on his long-dead bones. As he did, he wondered, ''would an admin be willing to help such a crazed skeleton?''

During this time when LOLSKELETONS and underscorre began conspiring Empy had lost control of SOMEGUY123. The bot was now on a page-purging rampage that noone would be able to stop. Empy couldn't have been more proud. He had coded SOMEGUY to be so realistic that there was no way anyone could tell whether or not he was a bot. He could interact with other users, give reasons for deletion, and even figure out his own favourite pages and memes. Unfortunately, he also could lash out at users with his dank memes, figure out conspiracies to burn your house down, and sit down to drink Empy's favourite tea (which really pissed Emp off, as he wanted all of the tea to himself). Anyway, SOMEGUY had just become an AI out of control, and nobody could stop the page-purging now.

 

 

Ah, that was a great story to be told, was it not, Reader?

Oh, I must finish the story right away! But first, please let me adjust my fedora and mustache, before we go on our way.

 

 

So, LOLSKELETONS and underscorre began to conspire with each other about burning houses down (using the most flammable lemons, of course). One day, LOLSKELETONS was drinking his coffee, the beverage falling straight through his jaw, creating a puddle on the floor. He 'finished up' the last of the drink each drop falling to the floor with a faint ''drip'', before realizing something and attempting to do a comical spit-take (which, of course, was impossible). He quickly turned on his computer and opened up his browser, and spent the two-day loading time burning another house down. He then rushed over to underscorre's chat and left a message on his wall, his bony fingers clicking away at the keyboard like a running spider. He told underscorre that they needed to stop using their talk page messages, as they served as a permanent record of what users said to each other. If someone like Diexillius ever created an account, (as Dix was not on at the time but LOLSKELETONS could use his skeleton powers to see the future) they could easily figure out the house-burning plot. It was on those grounds that LOLSKELETONS and underscorre decided to move their conspiracies to the chat.

No record of the chats remain to this date. They say that LOLSKELETONS deleted them all along with the chat. They say that the users were too toxic and the chat logs all died together. They say that everyone forgot how to access them, but I know the truth. I know why they really deleted the chat. And every single fire that's happened since the dawn of time? That was LOLSKELETONS's (and now, underscorre's as well) work. Worst part is, they were never caught, and to this day, they are burning houses down using the finest lemons. Forever.

 

 

How was that for the story of how the chat was deleted?

And then, before Empy could read any of the page, LOLSKELETONS popped out.

 

 

There we go. The story is over, it's done. Are you satisfied?

Thanks for listening, I guess. I hope you have a mediocre day.

 

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