Lewis awoke, happy about something or other, and embracing the day that laid out before him. He followed his usual morning procedure and checked his iSkype. He had three messages, one from TG, one from the Ultra Hardcore Skype Group and one from the Draftcrafters Server Chat. He decided to check them in order of importance and opened the town's Skype Group.
Lazlo terplel cum at me m8
Lazlo I'm Hungary for some jokes
Exet ANAL
Exet LELELLELELELLELE
Lazlo lololol amirite
Milen My 100th game is about to start on my server!
Pimpossible HOSTING IMPROMPTU ON MY SERVER
Edviin Anyone hosting?
SkiIIBlade Fuck off Edviin
Edviin Wow, Skill, you should go on the UBL
Tomathius #SomeoneForUBL
Pippiter Can we not start drama again?
Preamblee gas pedal amirite
Milen My 100th game is open, IP is
Weeuy IP, Milen?
Milen ASHDJNGHJTHJNEFHNYTERGD
Suma Wow, Milen - stop spamming
Pimpossible Someone should remove Milen
Milen But I'm a swegbair
TG ^
ScottishNutcase Someone should remove me.
TG Nah
ScottishNutcase WTF I MAKE SUBREDDIT /r/tgwon'tremoveme
Stollaz Hey Guys I jus-
Pimpossible NOBODY CARES
Stollaz D:
Exet LEL ANALA HAG AHGAHGAS
ScottishNutcase Cyiclo, amirite?
Not at all shocked at any events in the chat, Lewis looked at the next chat, which was the Draftcrafters Skype Chat.
Wingnut Hey guys, check out this thing I made! Here
SidGarcia Yay! I was making something similar! Here
Kiinako Guys, livestreaming on the DC server!
Joey Link?
Smelly Guys, when's DC S7?
Panic Anyway want to team with me in Dans' To2?
Wingnut Not WL'd on server, WTF
Scottish Guys, I made Draftcraft UHC an intro
Stollaz WTF STOLLAZ
Wing Wow Scottish
Kiinako Wow such fag
Stollaz IT'S FUCKING DRAFTCRAFTERS
Wingnut No one but you calls it that
Scottish Lewis does
Wingnut No one but you and Lewis.
SidGarcia It's officially Draftcrafters :/
Wingnut Yeah, you can call it what you like - just don't hate on others saying it
Stollaz ^
Exet Yeah, wtf Scott - making fun of people who call it Draftcrafters
And then, Lewis moved on to his last message, a private message from TG - the head of the UBL Company.
TG Hi, until we find out who is betraying us to the Anti-UBL Group - everyone is suspended and must seek out other job opportunities until further notice. Thank you!
Lewis felt anger rise up inside him. He had never done anything in the community except work for the UBL Company so he had nothing to fall back on.
Sighing, accepting the fact that because of some moron in the UBL Company, he would have to do something else for a change, Lewis reached for the newspaper ('The Daily Match Post') which spawned on his table every day, turning swiftly to the back pages where job vacancies were advertised.
Are you looking for a job in the music industry but don't like listening or making music? We're currently looking for cashiers down at Sid's World of Music. The best place in Ultra Hardcore to buy jukeboxes and note blocks.
Have you ever wanted to be a pretty little ballerina? We're looking for dancers to perform in an upcoming recital down at Panda's Brother's Dance Academy. Only accepting those who are bad at things - it runs in the family.
Do you want to save lives all around the world through your research? At Preamblee's Gold Mining Inc. we devote our time to mining gold that can be used to save lives all over the world quickly and efficiently. The time is now to make a difference.
Lewis looked at these three options that sat in front of him. He couldn't afford to live off of unemployment but he was terrible around people so didn't want to be a cashier, he had an ounce of dignity left so Panda's Brother's Dance Academy went out of the window and gold mining sounded like too much work.
"I guess I can go into town and see if I can find any more suitable job vacancies," he groaned, picking himself up and leaving his house.
"Whaaa, where am I?" came the gasp of Smellyburrito42 as he awoke in a place very different to where he had went to sleep. The walls were lined with quartz and it had a very bright feel to it.
Smelly was startled by a loud click and looked up to find a shiny, silver pistol pointing straight at him, the man on the other side wearing a juggernaut-like suit. Everyone knew that face, and everyone dreaded it.
"What do ya want, TG?" Smelly sighed, "I'm sorry about calling myself TGMG in TS again, but I just can't resist it."
TG laughed slightly, his voice cracking as it always does when he laughs, "you're not in trouble, but I need you to help me. You not helping me will not get you into trouble, it will get you dead."
Smelly sighed, "can't you just get MG to do it?"
TG pushed the gun closer, "look, there's something fishy going on and you're the type of person who gets on with everyone. I need you to infiltrate the Anti-UBL Group and find out who is working for them."
Smelly yawned, "whatever."