One cold night in the nine club office...
The timid editor Roger Bagley sits at his computer. Little does he know a mob of bullies and antagonists wait at the other side of his screen.
"Wow, that mark oblow episode was great. The people are gonna love this one!" He thinks to himself as he finishes exporting the file. Roger reclines in his custom built hyper x gaming chair, and takes a sip of liquid death.
"If only every night were as awesome as this!" He exclaims.
3 years later...
The timid editor Roger Bagley sits at his computer. He reaches for his opened can of liquid death and spills it on his lap. It's his fifth consecutive hour scrolling through andrew tates twitter, and rog has decided to take a stand.
"these bullies... this mob... of digital mercenaries has come for me. How shall I thwart them Tate?" He cries to the heavens, hands outstretched.
"I am here now Roger." a great voice booms from what used to be steezus's chair on the experience.
"Andrew... Is that you?" Rog pleads, now kneeling before the chair which once held Steezus himself.
"No Rog...It is I, Steezus H christ, and I have decided that you will be judged by the fabled Slap message board."
"NOOOOOOOO," Roger screams in distress, "Not the PALS."
to be continued