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11/28/2005 2:43:10 AM
Ch 2. Twitch sighed, here in front of him in the bare interrogation room was SpecOpsGrunt, the man who had betrayed the spammers and passed intel to the mods. He and SpecOps went far back, they were like brothers. A lot had changed since he had been banned. The spammers usually didn't take prisoners, but Twitch requested it. SpecOps was in front of him, terrified. He had heard rumours about this place. Torture so evil, so painfull that people in the end [i]begged[/i] to be banned. If the spammers were mercifull, as they usually weren't, they let the person be banned. "So, [i]buddy[/i], what made you turn?The fame, the wealth,"Twitch asked sarcasticlly,"You know the spammers [i]will[/i] take over, no matter how repulsive they are. I joined them and it sucks. But it's safe." Twitch motioned at someone outside the room. The door opened and knocked SpecOpsGrunt out. *** SpecOpsGrunt woke up to an intance light on his face. He was lying down, naked. Twitch appeared over him. He spotted saws, axes and knives over at the far corner of the room, which didn't ease him. "Hello, I see you have woken up. I [i]should[/i] kill your right now, but then again, where's the fun in that?" Twitch started walking to the far corner of the room..... *** Twitch walked out of the room, blood-spattered. He had shown SpecOpsGrunt no mercy. He had spilled his gut, litterally figurativly[I have no idea how to spell this]. He had now more intelligence on the mods and where they operated. [Edited on 11/27/2005]

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