CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
(Wacky and Tomtrek are digging up dirt in the TK basement. They are uncovering some kind of logo.)
Wacky: We almost got this thing uncovered.
Tomtrek: Yep.
Wacky: 36-19-27! That's it! That was my first alt's password. God, it's been bugging me all night.
Tomtrek: Dude, we spent the last few years trying to forget about the Mine Field. Why are you trying so hard to remember it?
Wacky: I don't know. I guess I miss it. Don't you?
Tomtrek(sarcastic): Yeah, I really miss it.
Wacky: No, I'm serious. I really miss it. Time goes by, and everything drops away. All the cruelty, all the pain, all that humiliation. It all washes away.
(Tomtrek looks over Wacky's shoulder and sees the ghost of Menty standing there, staring at him.)
Wacky: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I posted with every day. I miss the posters who never knew I existed. I miss FilthyRecWhore. I miss 'em all. I want to post with them, you know. I want to find out how they're doing. I want to know what's going on in their lives. I want to know their opinions on genre tv shows. I want to creep them out with my female celebrity rankings. I want to know what they'd ask Susie.
Tomtrek: You know what? They don't wanna post with you—all those people you just mentioned. Not one of them is sitting around going, "I wonder what Wacky's posting right now." Not one of them cares about you.
Wacky: Well, I still care about them. That's why I'm here.
(Menty's ghost nods to Tomtrek. Tomtrek stabs Wacky in the belly. Wacky looks at him, hurt, then collapses onto the logo. His blood pools into it, in the shape of the TK logo.)
Ghost Menty(whispering): October sixteenth...
Wacky: We almost got this thing uncovered.
Tomtrek: Yep.
Wacky: 36-19-27! That's it! That was my first alt's password. God, it's been bugging me all night.
Tomtrek: Dude, we spent the last few years trying to forget about the Mine Field. Why are you trying so hard to remember it?
Wacky: I don't know. I guess I miss it. Don't you?
Tomtrek(sarcastic): Yeah, I really miss it.
Wacky: No, I'm serious. I really miss it. Time goes by, and everything drops away. All the cruelty, all the pain, all that humiliation. It all washes away.
(Tomtrek looks over Wacky's shoulder and sees the ghost of Menty standing there, staring at him.)
Wacky: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I posted with every day. I miss the posters who never knew I existed. I miss FilthyRecWhore. I miss 'em all. I want to post with them, you know. I want to find out how they're doing. I want to know what's going on in their lives. I want to know their opinions on genre tv shows. I want to creep them out with my female celebrity rankings. I want to know what they'd ask Susie.
Tomtrek: You know what? They don't wanna post with you—all those people you just mentioned. Not one of them is sitting around going, "I wonder what Wacky's posting right now." Not one of them cares about you.
Wacky: Well, I still care about them. That's why I'm here.
(Menty's ghost nods to Tomtrek. Tomtrek stabs Wacky in the belly. Wacky looks at him, hurt, then collapses onto the logo. His blood pools into it, in the shape of the TK logo.)
Ghost Menty(whispering): October sixteenth...
