The Failed NPC

Author's note

 * Just in case you get scared by this, just a reminder that this is not authentic, thank you for understanding.
 * Feel free to correct any mistake you found, due to the fact I don't have "Grammarly" and software like that.
 * I am happy if you could leave a comment about how you feel about this pasta and room for improvements, I accept criticism.

The Failed NPC
Creator: BangingPhone

Introduction
As we wondered into the ruins of the game, we found empty rooms, shops. Streets like they've just been through an earthquake. We were sure that at least the game was over half recovered. There were still NPCs, but they were all glitching.

Speechless, silent, dead.

The dialogues seem different from what the witnesses said. This happens to be an example of one of our investigators chatting with a random NPC, which precisely was Ron:

Player: Hi! Do you know where the shop is?

NPC: 18772435.

Player: Thanks! Also, where is the bank?

NPC: 18772435.

I recorded this on my notebook, this might be helpful to our investigation.

We proceeded towards the end of the street, only to find a obscured tunnel. We prepared ourselves with commands for situations like this before-hand. So it wasn't hard for us. As we entered the tunnel, we found out that the tunnel seems to be a ruin, with broken cars covered with some unknown liquid, presumably gas.

Suddenly, parts of the tunnel started to collapse, the people who did not catch up died and disconnected from the game. We were prepared. It was already at the end of the tunnel. There, we found a door with a lock on, I was able to interact with it, with a text-box popping up, it requires a specific passcode to be unlocked.

We tried to use commands unlocking it, only to find that it somehow needs administrator power, and only the creator was able to access it. Suddenly I remembered the string of number that glitched NPC said. I typed in the numbers, for it to be valid.

We entered in, finding a black room with a rusty machine, similar to an ATM. I interacted with it, with a text message popping up. I recorded down the blog, for this to be the core of how a so popular game got deleted...

Blog 1- 2010 August 5th 11:30
What a sunny day.

I, Specimen 112, was created by my master, Unik1. I looked down at my body, I had a blue shirt and a black pant. I had a pair of running shoes. After my master Unik1 finished my sprite, I uncomfortably moved my arms. It was sore, I behaved like a newborn baby.

"You are now Mark." He suddenly spoke to me. Still, I don't know how to reply, as the function wasn't completely running. Precisely aat this moment, my script suddenly turned on.

My mind started to work, I politely replied to Unik1, "Greetings, master." I went out of this "Creator's Room", and started to wander around, I was unable to control my body, the script was doing EVERYTHING FOR ME. Everything yet is new to me, I want to feel my life...

But yet I can't, I am ENSLAVED.

Blog 2- 2010 September 1st 3:10
It was until now I get to record this down in the machine mechanic. I was SUPER BUSY...

There were a lot of players coming in this game, I guess that this game got "Popular" As a reference to my creator's word. Somehow over half of them talked to me. Strange, isn't it? I replied to them with a normal, average answer, but they seem like they were shocked and surprised. Ah, maybe the others don't talk like me?

Also, Unik1 told me that there are thousands of me in other "Servers", I find them fascinated, and yet they seem new to me, as curious as I was, I asked, "What do other clones of me look like?"

"Ah, they aren't as perfect as you, dear."

I was confused, how can an average person be perfect?

Neh, soon it will be unearthed.

(WIP)