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 softwares like that.
 * I am happy if you could leave a comment about how you feel about this pasta and room for improvements, I accept critism.

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 textbox popping up, it requires a specific passcode to be unlocked.

We tried to use commands unlocking it, only to find that it somehow needs adminstrator power, and only the creator was able to acsess 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, similiar 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.

(WIP)