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Torson has a minion!
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Rain the Oobi 3000
Torson
Legacy Name: Torson
The
Nightmare CelinoxOwner:
IratzeAge: 8 years, 11 months, 2 weeks
Born: May 11th, 2015
Adopted: 8 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: May 11th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 7
- Strength: 17
- Defense: 14
- Speed: 12
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Torson cracked her knuckles and took another swig of coffee before getting online. She had posted a request on the dark web before she went to sleep this morning sometime around 4 am. It was 8 am now and she was running on less than three hours of sleep, but she needed answers and she doubted she'd be able to fully sleep again until she had them.
"Please, come on," she murmured as she bypassed the firewalls and layers of security that let her get to the place she wanted, where hopefully people like her, people who could get information that wasn't otherwise available or even strictly legal, could get her what she needed. Finally, she was on. There were the usual unhelpful replies, people falling over themselves to appear clever and unique, but one user she'd never seen before actually had something that might prove promising.
She followed the usual steps of anonymity, and once the user, who she knew only by their screen name "The Helper," had provided enough proof that their information was legit, she transferred them a reasonable amount of money out of some rich trust fund jerk's Caiman account she'd hacked months ago just for situations like this. Once the transfer was confirmed, the files started pouring in.
The Helper had sent terabytes worth of information. It was mind boggling. Torson just about spilled her coffee in shock. She'd never been able to find out anything about her parents before, and here this anonymous hacker had their entire life stories splayed out across Torson's computer monitors.
"How?" She sent The Helper. "How do you have all this?""Because I'm your mother," replied The Helper, "We have a lot to talk about."
Credits
Story by:Faber
Profile by:Ringo
"Please, come on," she murmured as she bypassed the firewalls and layers of security that let her get to the place she wanted, where hopefully people like her, people who could get information that wasn't otherwise available or even strictly legal, could get her what she needed. Finally, she was on. There were the usual unhelpful replies, people falling over themselves to appear clever and unique, but one user she'd never seen before actually had something that might prove promising.
She followed the usual steps of anonymity, and once the user, who she knew only by their screen name "The Helper," had provided enough proof that their information was legit, she transferred them a reasonable amount of money out of some rich trust fund jerk's Caiman account she'd hacked months ago just for situations like this. Once the transfer was confirmed, the files started pouring in.
The Helper had sent terabytes worth of information. It was mind boggling. Torson just about spilled her coffee in shock. She'd never been able to find out anything about her parents before, and here this anonymous hacker had their entire life stories splayed out across Torson's computer monitors.
"How?" She sent The Helper. "How do you have all this?""Because I'm your mother," replied The Helper, "We have a lot to talk about."
Story by:
FaberProfile by:
Ringo