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 fascinating 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.

Pre-Blog 3, 02 investigator's perspective
I know this will happen, I know this will!

Unik1, my old friend, what have you done? Are you letting a NPC become a perfect, normal player? Oh, your are worse than worst of stupidity. I know your little thoughts, don't think I don't know you've created an alt account!

You know what will happen if you've replaced all the subjects with Specimen 112? Ah, sooner or later players are going to find out that they wouldn't be able to access their NPCs! Why on earth did you dispose these precious, little lives! How brutal you murdered them one by one, how brutal you forced their soul into machines! And now what? You DISPOSED them?

You will then find even more children to massacre, and have more test subjects!

But I will keep this a secret, I worry about my own fate if I announce this to the public.

I feel timid...

Blog 3- 2010 November 13th 3:10
I don't usually access this machine much as my creator doesn't let us use it too much since an incident with a girl named Rebecca, anyways, I have a lot to explain...

About 13 days ago, my friend Baar was taken by one of the creator's worker with the reason being unknown, god knows where he is now? I don't remember him doing anything that disobeys the rules, but what if...

Wait, did he find out?

No... It can't be! I'm sorry if this was a bit confusing, let me explain.

Last month, same day. Somebody started to glitch and faded as we were shocked, the group of workers explained that it was an accident. But was it really an accident? A small controversy rose among us, it was hard to say. So we formed a community called "The Truth" for further investigations. Unluckily, a new rule was sent out that there can't be anymore discussions on this incident. We were ensured that this is definitely intentionally made.

But what for?

We don't actually know, but, I presume that Baar had discovered this, I was sure that's the reason why Baar got taken, should I save him, or pretend that this had never happened?

Another mumble appeared in my mind, I should, but soon, other thoughts overwhelmed the mumble.

Soon, the mumble went silent. I am timid, indeed.

Note 1- Found under the ATM, possibly written 2010 December.
More and more NPCs are taken away, "The Truth" Community is deceasing.

I am terrified... I am terrified by their ways, one member was brought in front of us and got "Executed"...

He was replaced soon, I am writing this secretly for people in the future to see this, they won't find where this is, nor will the members, but you, the person reading this, below is the truth about the incident, or maybe the truth behind us...

The person's name is Johnson. He started to glitch because he gained memory of his past. If he successfully recovered all memories, he would exit the game, and return as a humanoid, I heard this through a meeting beyond the members of the Workers. I tried to use my detective skills, I've seemingly solv

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(Note that the font is different, meaning that it isn't written by the same person.)

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