Oh my living mother of god. Neh that it be 3 am, but I shall attempt to thwart the evil of a noobish, poorly draw, unoriginal, stupid 'chooseyourownanimatedadventur e' game. Just like the downfall of Ted. DAMN YOU TED...
Alright, Blockhead decides to allow whatever-the-forget-his-name to be admin to phase through the window with F8. More people join. They all want the same thing. Soon everyone is asking for admin even if its not to get out side, soon a war erupts. Admin after admin, banning and kicking and banning and kicking. Its like a war scene from hell. The computer can't take it! It's 5 MB sticks of RAM, .5 GHZ processor and tiny Nvidia graphics card that crys even when the thought of running Crysis on low come to its mind, crashes the server violently. Sworn that it was the people in his server he decides not the host again for several days.
Day 3, he tries again. Loading the bricks he saved before the war. Oh and what a mess. The spam covers the bedroom, thousand upon thousands of vehicle spawns trash the areas, the inside of the bed is ruined with music bricks, emitters, and lights. He attempts to clean up. With his trusty admin destructo wand he reluctantly lags his way through the corrupt and barren server. All is lost. He is empty. Wondering: "what went wrong? am I not a good admin?" suddenly whatever-the-forget-his-name returns in a joyful spawn.
"Admin plox!" he asks cheerfully. Blockhead gives it to him. For he knew whatever-the-forget before the war. With the admin distributed, something happens. Its unoticable at first, but soon Blockhead sees in horror at his top left screen:
"Loading 0/OVER9000 bricks" His computer can't take that!
"No! Whatever-the-forget! You can't load that!" He screams. Suddenly, it hits. A massive wave of red bricks fills the bedroom. What-the-forget had filled the bedroom with red bricks for the lulz. Now he used it as a weapon for crashing innocent noob's servers. The server hangs on. In an instant it sees the white light. But sadly, it travels to the great "dead-servers" in the sky. Blockhead remorsefully sits. This was his baby, and it was ruined again. Never. Never will he try to host such an innocent server, wasted. He logs off.
Day 7, its been a good 4 days since his last eruption. He hasn't hosted, nor played. But he decides, maybe, just maybe there's still hope. He connects, his key is validated, and he looks up the servers. There's one, not full, and not password protected. He joins with glee. For the next five years Blockhead plays in this server, and many other servers, learning and playing, and making new friends. After those 5 happy years, Blockhead comes up to his room.
"Good bye old friend" he says to Blockland. "It's been great, and all the times we had i'll never forget."
He shuts down the computer for one last time. And walks out the door. Outside we see a pretty girl, in a neat car, and shes waiting for him. Yes, Blockhead has gotten the one thing that will beat video games. A life. And a girlfriend. But, he had had great times. Times that were unimaginably fun and exciting. All because, he didn't host his own server.
The End.
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