Well, this is number four. It kinda explains what all went down with my server… and why it never went up. Heheh… /swt
Disclaimer: I own what I own and nothing more. Sheesh.
A lime green haired Mechanic stood in front of a sign in Prontera where Mr. Fluffy had originally been, writing on the sign with a black sharpie. Metagross arched a rotting eyebrow and shifted his hat to the side before bouncing up to the shirtless individual.
"Excuse me," Metagross spoke, shy Uekie walking beside him in a translucent veil, "but who in all of Rune-Midgard might you be? This server's been shut down thrice already." The Mechanic twirled around, and the Bongun noticed a Smokie around the Mechanic's neck. The Mechanic smirked at the Bongun, who creased his eyebrows in confusion.
"Well, well, well!" the Mechanic spoke loudly, arms on his bare waist. "You guys must be my older brother's pets, huh? Well, his pet and his slave-thing, anyway." The Mechanic arched an accusing eyebrow at the innocent Lif, causing Metagross to growl lightly before the Mechanic pounced up onto the newly-made sign.
"Who exactly do you think you are, defiling the administration's handiwork?" Metagross exclaimed, wielding his Gravedigger's Sword masterfully. The Mechanic's Smokie twirled around it's master's neck and clicked its tongue, quivering in fear. The Mechanic grinned manically at the Bongun.
"Who am I, you ask? I am Admin Poser - Poser for short, I'd guess - and I control this server in my older brother's stead," Admin Poser spoke loudly, Uekie nudging herself closer to her overprotective companion Metagross, who stood appalled at the Mechanic's statement. Poser's Smokie grinned, stretching himself out over his master's head.
"You see, Fimmy-kins abandoned this server project a long while ago when he decided that he could make do on his own, so our brothers - the X's, all seven of them - took over this server.
"7X, the oldest of them and a Warlock with a Halloween complex, took charge of administration and said to himself:" Poser coughed, "'We can do better than two servers!'" in the lowest voice Admin Poser could possibly pull off. "So then he split two servers into four, decided that he'd better get someone else to take over, and the X's left.
"Then Nemesis Phatasos - Dickwad - came in and was all like, 'This is dumb, 7X is a queer, I QUIT' and gave the servers to me.
"While I've been in charge, I made pretty signs telling the general public the rules of the server and stuff, since I happen to give a damn about people speaking English in the public chat. It's not that difficult, people. SHEESH!" Poser cried out in anger, glaring up at the sky. Metagross stared at the Mechanic blankly, and Uekie shuddered in fright.
"… You're…" Metagross gulped, "… you're all brothers of Master Fimbulvetr's? People are related to that air-headed, Yuno-accent-using weirdo?"
"Yeah, why? Don't worry, I'm the youngest. But I have minions named after cards. Like Seven of Clubs, Three of Diamonds, Two of Spades, and Ace of Hearts. It's pretty awesome," Poser stated, then rubbed his head and pulled a cigarette out of his inventory and into his mouth. Uekie cringed at the ashes and scooted behind the bouncing Bongun. "Well, yeah. They're all actually me. I'm a damn good make-up artist, if I do say so myself."
Metagross tilted his head to the side. "It's more intimidating to be there in person, wouldn't you think? Besides, involving yourself with the community of avid MMORPG players is rather… dull…"
Poser shook his head. "It's all about the community and being one with them. If a server lacks people who care, they'll just level and go. Know what I mean? Besides, I still uphold the law around here. It's all pretty much like this: listen to me, and I'll listen to you; don't listen to me, get the hell out."
"Rather strict policy," Metagross stated with a small sigh. "I'm afraid I can't stay here, then. Uekie?"
Poser rolled his eyes. "You know Fimmy-kins is still around, right? I'm just another alias of the original administrator's… along with Nemesis and 7X. By the way…"
Mr. Fluffy clucked by, bobbing his head as he strutted along. He glanced towards Poser, then at Metagross and Uekie, then back at Poser. "'Sup, Leaflet?"
Poser's Smokie's beady eyes lit up, twirling itself into a sitting position on Poser's head ad squeaked happily, waving its leaf in the air. Poser face-palmed. "Go figure, the hen talks to the pets more than the people…"
