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The Internet is for Doom
When the screen displaying his beloved leaders went black, Zim spun around with resolve. He KNEW his plan would be SO amazingly successful, that the Tallest would weep with joy.
If only he knew which filthy human entertainment would get him the most slaves. . .
"COMPUTER!" he barked, pivoting once more to face the main screen. Another mechanical groan was the only reply. "Tell me, which of the entertainments do the humans love most. TELL ME NOW!"
"Well, they all seem equally LOVED. . ."
"Then tell me which ones the humans LIKE most, then."
There was a pause, then the computer informed Zim that seven categories that over 10,000 stories written about them.
"Seven, mmm? That's enough to create my PERFECT plan in only one week!" Zim began to cackle evilly—but then he realized that in order to convince the humans, he needed to know something about these shows.
"COMPUTER! Download all the information you can find about these seven categories into my pak. Then I can commence my writing of DOOOOOOOOM!"
The computer sighed. "Whatever. . ." it grumbled as a metal tentacle snaked out of the wall and linked to Zim's pak.
As the information downloaded, nightmarish visions of wizards, demons, aliens, anime and over 1 million craptastically AWFUL fanfictions flashed before Zim's mental eye. He then blacked out from the overload.
The first thing he noticed when he came to was that GIR was poking his head. He glared at the robot, who only replied "I LIKE GRAVY!"
Zim stood and dusted himself off. "Now, GIR, I shall begin writing these fanfictions. . . OF DOOM!" He logged on to the fanfiction website, used the amazing screenname he had just created, started a profile, and wrote his first two Irken Brainwashing Fanfictions.
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Later that night, a certain bespectacled boy with black hair sifted through some of his favorite fanfiction categories. He clicked on a few that he was fond of to see what was new. As the name "swollen.agent.mothman" blinked in the upper right-hand corner of the screen, Dib was SHOCKED such a story would already have a phenomenal number of reviews. I mean, three reviews in five minutes. That's craziness! He read the story, then double-checked the penname to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
The story was written by someone calling himself "normal.boy.zim."
"Oh. . . NO. . ."
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