Choose-your-own-adventure: Tales from the RPC

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1.

[LoveMetal]

You won the fight!

Before you strike the chatbot with the final punch, a tall man spawn in front of you.
"What's happening here? I'm the responsible of this building, and I do not tolerate any damage made to our material!"

1. This fucking chatbot is not functionning correctly!
2. We didn't damage it, we only tried to get closer because it is a bit deaf

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1. Fuck off you tall ugly man.

[LoveMetal]

"What do you want?", asks the responsible.

1. We need the pass A-38 in order to access archived informations about someone

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1. If you don't give us the pass we will fight you too.

[LoveMetal]

"You could have said it sooner instead of creating all this mess!"
Then he gives you a file, with A-38 written on it.
"Now you have to show it to repository 12, third floor, corridor B, door 6.", he says.

1. Go to the repository

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1. Let's go.

[LoveMetal]

You enter into a huge but very tidy repository, and you find the two secretaries talking between them:
"- ... then, she bought an animated wallpaper on deviant art.
- She won't let a static one? What an idea!
- Oh, you know her, she would to anything to impress people, and she hasn't even enough money to buy an antivirus!"

1. Excuse me ladies...

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1. Yo biatch.

[LoveMetal]

They don't mind and they continue talking:

"- She sold her Fortnite account, on the argument that it's too much time consuming!
- What an idea!
- But in reality, I know that the situation of her husband..."

1. Ladies please!

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1.

[LoveMetal]

"Don't you see that I'm busy!?", she argues. "What do you want?"

1. I need to check the archives for someone named 'Driftmoon', here is the A-38 pass

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1.

[LoveMetal]

One of the ladies takes your pass, leads you to a row of datacenters in the repository and tells you: "You have one hour of granted access".

1. Crawl the data

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1.

[LoveMetal]

After some intensive searching, you find an old skyblog of the spammer.
"Look, this fucker has left its IP in public!", says the fart.

1. What to do now?

[Harpic fraîcheur]

1.

[LoveMetal]

"At the end of the internet highway we can find the Place of All Glitches.", Ajax informs you.
"It is a very instable place, where everything there is getting corrupted. We should place his IP adress here!"

1. Sounds like a good plan
2. Isn't it a bit harsh?
3. Aren't we getting corrupted ourselves if we go there?

[Harpic fraîcheur]

3. That sounds worrying in fact!

[LoveMetal]

"Yes we might, but it is a risk we have to take."

1. Fine then, let's get back to the highway