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On Sun, Feb 9, 2025 at 3:58rC>PM Arthur Spitzer <arspitzer2@gmail.com> wrote: <snip>

And it's the next part of The Wrath of The Administrator.
Part One is by kristoff "Kit" ctatro

Ah yes, according to the NTB Timeline this is Christopher Tatro.

Who is the filling in the Twinkie that is the NTB?!
Will Kit wind up dead in a few episodes?! And will
Mr. 13 ever get his Phd so he can be called --
DOCTOR THIRTEEN?!!!!

X3

In his small office, a man squinted at his terminal. It couldn't be happening. Not yet.

Aren't you like twenty years into your plan, dude.

He examined the roster. Mr. Elmo, the Owl, Dendrite, *two* Constantines,
many more.

I assume this is from a similar big roleplay thread to the one that
lead to the CPDC.

In a flashback
scene with rounded panels, he remembered the day he had first come here.

hehehehe

He had stumbled into the office as an undergrad at a large New England university. He was simply trying to pay his bill, but had been passed off from
one office to another in an attempt to do so for the better part of an hour. He
was hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of partition walls, and, giving up, entered the next office he found to ask directions.
The office he entered was unoccupied. Perhaps, he thought, I'll just leave
the envelope on this desk and eventually it will get to the proper department.
When he reached the desk, he started as the door slammed shut. I've been caught in an office I'm not supposed to be in, he thought. Slowly, cautiously,
he turned, but no one was there. Leaving the envelope on the desk he opened the door and left the office.
Outside was not what he had expected. The walls were the wrong color, there was a window where it shouldn't be. Worse, there was bright sunshine outside. One never found bright sunshine in New England in February. On the other side of a partition wall, he heard a voice answering a telephone.
"University of California Santa Barbara, may I help you?"

This is nice and creepy, I gotta say!

Again, Paris. Again, Wisconsin. Again, Toronto. He couldn't believe it. He had found the second greatest campus legend of all time (finishing right after the mad slasher who wrote "aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light").

X3

For the next twenty years, he became completely familiar with the workings
of the Office.

Yeah, see??

He could control the transfer of funds, circulate propoganda that led
to protests and student uprisings, and order Mystery Meat and Fish Pucks to be
served for lunch every day! God, I'm brilliant, he thought, and chuckled diabolically to himself.

Sir. X>

But now, these upstarts could get in my way. The Legion of Net.Heroes had
never been a real problem. He wasn't the type they went after. They were too busy with their Acton Lord and Ultimate Ninja to bother with an administrator.
But the Net.Trenchcoat.Brigade, they could not resist tampering with the plans
of...the Netromancer!!!!

I dunno, I feel like the LNH had a pretty good chance of just stumbling into it

After several minutes of diabolical laughter, he calmed down enough to examine the file again.

heeheehee

I must strike at their leader, he thought, pull out
their support beam, take the filling out of their Twinkie, but *who*?

heeheehee

"You don't want her in charge," it read, "believe me."
"Well, that's a clear attempt at diversion if I ever saw one!" he cried. "Alright, my Lady, you will be my first target..."

X3

"What the bloody hell is this?" Lady Johanna Constantine stared blankly at the screen.

Another straight-up Vertigo character turned into a self-insert. X>

On the other side of the room, Kit looked up from grading exams. "What's up, LJ?"
"My account," she said, slumping into the chair. "It's gone. I'm cut off."

Oh yeah, a perfect example of the "account" thing from last time

She turned to face him. "Say, can I..."
"No," he said, anticipating her request. Bad things tended to happen to all the people whose accounts she had ever borrowed. Kit was enjoying being alive for the present.

Also seems relevant

"Well, if I won't get any help from you..." She stormed across the room to
the coat rack. In a well practiced flourish, she donned her trenchcoat, which was lying on the floor beneath the rack,

X3

Great, thought Kit. Every time she goes off like that, I end up dead in a
few episodes. Oh well, it's a living...

Huh. X3

And somewhere in Illinois, a young man saw great danger in his gelatin dessert....

DUN DUN DUNNNNN...

Mr 13 glanced up from his terminal, "Felching heck!" he exclaimed,
"The wretched mainframe has eaten my data analysis, I will never get my wretched Phd at this rate."

Hehehe. X> And of course, this is a reference to DC character Doctor
Thirteen, but seems to be significantly more of an OC than some of
these others.

It was a telephone bill for 800 pounds, he opened the next, an electricity bill for 1000 pounds, and eventually worked his way down the pile which was
a bill for the purchase of Gary Pallister for 2.3 million pounds.
"Flippin' heck!" he's not even worth 2.3 quid!" he shouted.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Pallister Huh, I see. X>

"Yes, you use your front door and so must pay tax on it, it comes to 46 pounds
and 32 pence actually, but if you think that is too high, for a small extra charge we will install a meter to your door so you can pay as you use."

I believe this is how having a TV works in the UK? Which seems
extremely barmy to me. X>

"The back door?"
"Ah, your back door has been confiscated for your non payment of tax."

13 went through the house and discovered that his back door was no longer there, in its place was a large advertisement for mouthwash.

Definitely some Kafkaesque shit going on, good stuff

"I also regret to inform you that you have not paid your oxygen tax either, so I am at liberty to remove all the oxygen from said establishment forthwith."

Extremely so. X>

"You haven't collected your knuckle sandwich tax either mate." he said,
"Here is a down payment."
With that he launched himself forward punching the man squarely on the jaw. The man hit the ground with a large thump and appeared to seep into the
earth and vanish.

Direct action, etc.
Drew "gotta punch fascists" Nilium
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