‘This has to be perfect timing!’ He thought to himself. He had been planning this joke for months but now with the low personnel in the Backstage and it being April first, It had to be a sign from the Devine Writers! Or possibly the Holy System Administrator Himself!!
Slipping inside the Cray room after distracting the guards with a widget ball he walked up to the Cray that contained all the information on the other avatars. Looking around to see if any guards were present, he extracted a thin silver tube from his trench coat and plugged it into an input port. It only took a few seconds for the tube to sound its signal that it had uploaded it payload.
The noise, although very slight, was enough to alert the room’s other guard, one he had not expected. Around one of the massive Cray’s came a lone Dalek!
“In.tru.der! In.tru.der! In.tru.der!” It screamed as it’s one eye scanned the room. Ghost Hand quickly ducked around the Cray to hide from it.
’Shit!’ He thought. ’That thing is part flesh! It might be able to see through the net!’ Franticly he looked around the room for a shadow he could use his Shadow Walk ability with but in the brightly lit room he found no escape. He lucky break came when the door to the room opened and the two Cylon guards entered to see what the racket was. He tossed another widget ball and dove for the open door.
Disintegrating the ball in one fluid movement the Dalek spun towards the fleeing Ghost Hand screeching, “Ex.ter.min.ate! Ex.ter.min.ate! Ex.ter.min.ate!”
The Hades Net, although not fully functioning against the Dalek, gave some protection as it blurred the Dalek’s vision and deadly robot barely missed as he ducked through the door, his hair slightly singed. Quickly finding a dark maintenance closet he slipped into the shadows and out of the Backstage with a sinister chuckle.
Meanwhile the virus he implanted slipped it’s way past the system’s protections and infiltrated the Cray’s main directories.
The first to notice the virus’s effects was D.J. Voodoo. As the alarm sounded at Trouble Shooters Central she…
*Blip*
Reached over and shut off her alarm clock.
“Damn!” The busty Native American stripper said. “I’m going to be later to the strip club again!” She knew how much Elisabeth hated it when she was late. You can’t have a show when half of the entertainment is late!
Up higher in the Backstage, Adama was looking over his archive making sure everything was ok. Now that the adventure was back up he would once again be able to get back to his favorite hobby.
“Roul Duke, High Commander, Dabbler,”
*Blip*
“What the…?” Amanda shouted. “Someone changed all the names of the authors! It’s going to take me days to correct all this!” Quickly he scanned back up to the top of the list.
“Whew! At least the didn’t mess with L.E.’s name!” She sighed. “Lisa would be ready to kill anyone who did that!”
Cracking her knuckles she set about putting the index back to the way it was suppose to be.
Sitting in the bar Dabbler felt it coming. “Oh no! Not again!” Was all he got out before the self proclaimed professional writer felt himself pulled in two.
*Blip* Wet nurse Dribbler walked into the orphan ward ready to start her shift. ’It’s a sticky job but somebody has to do it!’ She giggled to herself with a vacant look in her eyes.
Meanwhile the second half of Dribbler (The one with the brain!) found herself in a barn on her hands and knees. Trying to rise she felt a strong pull on her massive tits. She looked down only to see huge suction cups attached to her nipples that were sucking the milk out in large quantities.
“Calm down there girl!” A man in coveralls told her as he patted her on the head. “We’ll put you back out in the pasture after we’ve drained those milk bags of yours. It wouldn’t do either of us any good to have them pop on you because they got to full!”
Dribbler looked up to tell him that this was all wrong, to say that she didn’t belong there and that someone had changed her but as hard as she tried the only thing that came out was, “Mooo!”
Mark T sat in his office laughing at the latest developments in the Backstage. “This will take them months to sort out!” He laughed. As the wave of change shifted quickly towards his his smile turned quickly to a look of horror.
“No! Wait! I’m not a part of any of this!” He yelled as it quickly reached his door. “I don’t even know these jerks!!!”
*Blip*
The intended change into a mindless bimbo was altered by the wards and protections around the penthouse as a transformed Mrs. T stood up.
“I pity the fool who would change my suite into this frilly girly room!” The tall muscular black woman with way too much gold jewelry said as she looked around her now pink room.
“Somebody gonna pay for this!” She said as she ripped open the door and strode out of the room.
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