[b]~Freddy Girault~[/b]

Twenty minutes had past and I was still with my now empty cup of coffee on the table, waiting like an idiot with my phone held tight in my hand. It wasn't a secret that I was a rather impatient man, but twenty minutes wasn't a huge deal. The problem was I was sitting like a mindless idiot with an ass load of illegal weapons, not to mention one fully charged on me. As I was starting to use my newly acquired phone to play with some apps, a Limousin stopped right next to the nearby sidewalk and two penguin-like Asian men stepped out accompanied by a big white guy with a beard, wearing a typical biker vest. As they walked toward the mustached, green vest man they were instructed to find with those very details, me, another man of black skin color wearing a similar suit to the Chinese guys walked out as well. I recognized him, he was Terry, the guy who would often be my contact during similar deals. He and I got along for the little casual talk we managed to get, after all getting too close to people in this practice was never very seducing to me. 

The two yellow skins sat before me, at the other end of the table I had chosen, while the biker man stayed up and arms crossed. Terry sat right next to me and quickly introduced me to our fellow clients. There were no handshakes or specific greetings other than that as we were all keen on getting business started immediately. I pulled the bag up on the table and one of the clients swiftly pulled it toward them so they could set it on their feet. They didn't want anyone to get a good glimpse of what was inside, after all we wanted as many witnesses as possible if things got too iffy. They pulled the zipper open and checked if the goods were there, one nodded and bent over slightly to check the different labels on them as well as feel how light they were. From what I knew, these weapons were meant to be light and similar to those made through 3D printers, untraceable with all the parts unregistered. They seemed happy from what they were seeing, perhaps they wanted something else from these that I didn't know about as all I saw were just plain weapons one could get anywhere in underground markets nowadays. They turned their heads to look at me, then Terry, before speaking a broken kind of English one would expect from Asians. 

"[b]We are pleased with the primary goods. We will take them for testing and tell your boss we are happy. We are hoping you will deliver us the second package soon.[/b]" 

Second package? I wasn't sure what they were talking about. All I knew is that they wanted to get a feel on those weapons I brought for them, nothing more. But it still felt odd, these weapons weren't all that special on the long run and today anything can be bought anywhere. Plus they didn't seem like typical gangsters, no a limo for a bunch of lackeys in some Yakuza-like gang in the United-States. Plus they didn't give off that hostile vibe, only the big guy standing up felt a LITTLE intimidating. What the hell were they? I'm probably asking myself too many questions, after all I'm just here for the money. 

"[b]Bien. You may want to call them through this number now. You know how it works, right?[/b]" 

I gave them a card corresponding to some bogus car washing company which held the temporary number of my employer. Terry didn't talk to me at all this time, as I handed the piece of cardboard to the men, he quickly got up and joined them. Once again, if they were typical street shitheads he wouldn't treat them so well. I remained seated, as I was the type to wait until everything was cool so I could take my leave and let nothing compromising behind. The biker guy took the bag of "goods" and followed the flock of suited people back in the limo. I watched them leave, my sunglasses hiding the curiosity embracing my eyes. This surely was interesting, probably very much worth the money too despite having to wait in this annoying Starbucks. As the limo drove off I stood up and began walking on the sidewalk. I wasn't sure whether to go back to my hotel and work something else or enjoy my stay in in Malwayne Coast a bit, possibly play at the casino or something of the sort. 
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[b]~Jade Fintch~[/b]

"[b]What?[/b]"

I told myself, alone in my room, as I was brutally banned from the server. Seriously, since when did they develop a brain elsewhere than in their dicks? These no-lives were very easy to manipulate but my God were they completely useless under pressure. Well whatever, I needed a break from all this trolling anyway. I got up so I could head to my small kitchen, open up the fridge a whip me up some good ol' orange juice. Of course, no glass, I'd drink directly from the thing because I really didn't believe in wasted efforts. It's gross, I know, but my guests don't need to know everything about my way of life, right? As I walked back toward my bedroom, bringing along the juice package, I stumbled upon a mirror in the small corridor of my apartment. I took the time to look at my beautiful little silhouette. I wasn't getting fat that's for sure, but... Eh, they do like to say I have boobs to indicate I am a female in a video game, despite the fact that I have NONE of those. But who cares?! I can get I want from them anyway. As I checked my but as well to see how good I looked, yeah I know I'm blowing myself but a girl's gotta look good to capture the minds of men, I slightly lost my balance and felt like I was falling. Did I abuse of the internet too much? As I tried to straighten myself, I turned to face the mirror. There I saw a purple mass forming where my body should appear. It looked like some kind of oozing spiral with two weirdly drawn and asymmetric eyes: One looked like a typical triangular one and the other like a poorly drawn spiral. 

This occurred in an interval of about one second before everything went normal again. I personally thought I was just having a really bad day with my stupid sleeping pattern and so on. Ugh, too many horror movies must be the reason to all this. I hopped on my bed and placed my headset on my head. As I scrolled through Youtube I realized how fun it could be to toy with one of the head admins some more. After all, a troll's job is never over. As I played some Daft Punk music to motivate myself, I joined a parallel server where I knew the Admin was also supervising. There I engaged in a private chat where I apologized and felt bad for him. Well I tried my best to make it sound convincing anyway. 

"[b]I'm sorry dude, like I wasn't really expecting my friends to be such assholes... Can we still... Ya' know, see each other at Denver?[/b]" 

I said, knowing exactly where to hit with that low-life. He and I were "allies" in a sense that I made him believe I had some interest in his gross being. He was tall and had a slight acne problems but that wasn't really much, the real deal was that he was GINGER. Oh God, ugliness incarnate, HELLO. I wouldn't be caught dead with a beast like that. But hey, we were having a "long distance relationship" were we believed in bullshit such as love has not distance and personality over physical appearance! Pffff, I couldn't keep myself from laughing when he tried to teach me such VIRTUES. 

"[b]Well yeah Jade. Look I'll allow you back in the server but you can't be mod, for a while at least... Oh and I've sent you the pics via email, since you don't have your phone anymore...[/b]" 

Wow really? He actually sent them. Yeah, this guy and I were really pushing this relationship thing pretty far. Like hell I would give him my phone number, so I just lied about losing it a while back and never getting a new one. How could I associate to such people anyway? I checked my email real quick as I talked a little nonsense, and I finally caught a glimpse on the nudes he himself suggested he'd send. I'd cover my mouth so I could pretend to be surprised, but c'mon everyone on the internet watches porn, even girls and seeing a dick and naked guy wasn't anything special. I wouldn't see his ginger traits so I wasn't entirely disgusted either. 

"[b]Haha, thanks man~ You'll get to see things from me at Denver, okay?[/b]" 

I told him, as we had this little plan of meeting at Denver. Of course whenever he will be able to, I would miraculously need to leave to see my parents in New-York, forcing him to wait even longer until maybe one day he realizes hos stupid he really is. As we finished our little chitchat, I was allowed back in their little game server where I was either welcomed back rather joyously or ignored through grudges from all my little vile attempts. Many could feel my troll-ness, but none of them could really do anything to keep me away, not as long as I played my sweet gamer-girl role. I'm fully aware that not all those people are complete idiots, even though they all appear ugly to me, but my God the population of virgin morons was strong enough to keep me present for as long as I desired. 

"[b]Howdy boys 'n' gals! Jade is back! Thanks for being kind to me![/b]"

And so I played the game normally, while trolling time to time specific individuals who came to talk to me. It wasn't anything too harsh as I didn't want to appear as a cold hearted bitch each time someone talked to me. But I purposely treated them as handicaps and made them do dumb things to make me "happy". Boy was I happy.