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Game Timmy the Bluelight Mod (pt 1)


Moderator: NMI, NSADD
Staff member
May 27, 2020
in the cockpit
I wanted to do a proper story time!!

Everyone writes a few sentences to continue the story!

1. Do not derail the story. You can make up whatever you want as long as it fits within the context of the story. Use your judgement, don't be an ass.
2. It needs to be legible and make sense. (No, Timmy cannot sandblast his ass with DMT to the back side of the extradimensional Nazi moon base to elope with fascist mohawk moon salamanders.)
3. Do not write more than 8 sentences.

And so it began...

Timmy smirked and looked up from his keyboard after finishing his post.

"That'll get em'" He thought triumphantly as he smashed the Post button.

Timmy was a mod on the notorious internet slum known as 'Bluelight', a highly revered position rife with perks and benefits. Through the years Timmy's infamy swelled after repeatedly banning and trolling people for no particular reason during one of his jenkem binges. He was well known and despised even more. He cracked his knuckles and leaned back in his colorful gaming chair as the doorbell rang.

"...the fuck is that shit?" Timmy mumbled under his breath.

Timmy was not expecting company, especially in the quiet stillness of an indescript foggy 3am morning.
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Mar 3, 2021
New England
As he got up from the chair, he grabbed the trench coat folded in the back of it, and he put it on over his milquetoast birthday suit.

No sober person would answer the door at this hour wearing nothing at all, and although Timmy wasn’t even close to sober, he was dead set against letting anyone have any reason to think he was not.

“DING-dong”, the doorbell sounded again.