Runescape Hijinks

To say that Tim McGee was bored would be an understatement. He had resorted to playing ink ball on his computer. It wasn't that hard. Draw the lines and guide the ball into the hole. Ding! Ding! Ding! He had an IM. He opened his Instant Messager and knit his eyebrows together. He didn't recognize the name: FriendOfYours. The message read:

FriendOfYours: good evening, Timmy.

His curiosity got the better of him. He replied

Me: Hello, stranger. Who are you?

FriendOfYours: in due time, Timmy. I want you to go onto Runescape dot com.

Me: Why?

FriendOfYours: you'll see, my pretty, you'll see.

The statement was off putting, so Tim grabbed his laptop and set up a trace. It was probably DiNozzo, but it can't hurt to get the upper hand. Maybe tease him with his computer illiteracy. Ding! Ding! Ding! Another IM.

FriendOfYours: don't bother with a trace, Timmy.

Okay, that was a little scary. This person was inside his head. He looked back at his laptop, and the mysterious IMer was right. The trace was useless. Whoever this was, they knew their way around a computer. And they knew him. Ding! Ding! Ding!

FriendOfYours: satisfied? Runescape. Now.

He decided to comply; maybe it would just be some prank. If it was nothing, he could at least get a good laugh at it. He typed in the URL. When the page popped up, he raised his eyebrows. An MMORPG? Ding! Ding! Ding!

FriendOfYours: click "Play existing user." Your username is LordOfTheHardDriveTAM. Your password is 1111111.

Lord of the hard drive? If it were DiNozzo, it would have been Elf Lord or Probie or something. He typed in the name and password and hit "log in." When the screen loaded, he cringed. The graphics were mediocre. This was obviously not a game for the hardcore RPG junkies. Then he noticed his character. Low detail as it was, it looked familiar. Brown hair, green shirt, red pants. He had worn an olive green shirt and red-brown pants to work earlier. The character had a brown shield and silvery sword. He looked like a total NOOB. He fiddled with the menus and found his stats. Oh, god! He WAS a NOOB!! A yellow line of words appeared over another character's head:

Quite a likeness, isn't it, Timmy? Tim quickly typed in

You're FriendOfYours?

Yes.