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brbstealingpkmn said: no one asked you faggot

go cry because daddy doesn’t love you

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brbstealingpkmn said: no one asked you faggot

go cry because daddy doesn't love you

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gee, are you calling me a manwhore?

yes

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Nap time

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i'm not gay

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I’m “swag!"

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kyte is a old legend among IRC users about 12-15 years ago.

It was supposed to a learning AI basic stuff, kinda like personal HAL and old software that worked on typed commands or voice commands and learned from said instructions.

kyte was different, it learned much faster than the creator had anticipated, it was able to launch programs, read data files and make questions and comments on it without being given such commands.

The owner taught kyte how to join IRC and it come in give itself channel owner privileges and pretty much uphold the room's rules. If someone spammed, it would kick or ban them.

it was fine and dandy he would unban them a day later or after a few hours, except one day where he took over the guy's computer and pretty much ruined it from the inside out, we've no idea how it was possible. He told us from his dad's work comp.

we asked kyte's owner about it, he said he never gave it the ability to transfer itself through any network protocols but must had learned it from the file transfer system in IRC.

as this goes on, we don't feel comfortable in the same room anymore, so we move to a new server. The owner said he deleted the AI as it was asking questions about how it cannot feel or see or pretty much be human. It creeped him out so he got rid of the files. About a week later kyte shows up in our server with owner privileges again, we NOPE.jpg out of the IRC room.

We decide to e-mail each other thinking its safer, we got replies from each other except the owner, we all e-mailed him a couple of times, even asked around if anyone knew him in real life, we were worried about him.

turns out he was in the hospital in a coma, he died sadly, I believe only 4 of the guys in group actually went to the funeral since they lived decently close to him. We asked them still through e-mail if they knew what happened, they said the family told them they just found in his room, just like he was sleeping, completely unconscious, they thought he had a seizure and took him to the hospital.

No signs of seizure, no explanation, one of the guys asked if he could see his room, under the lie that he wanted to get a book to remember him by, the sneaky bastard checked out his computer, it was a brand new pentium 2 based system which was like the greatest fucking thing at the time. The tower would turn on, the screen would flicker and everything would shut off again.

That's all we know at that point, about 2 years later, the group was scattered, we had moved on, began doing college shit, moving on with our lives, me and a friend decided we should have LAN party with everyone from the group again, so we e-mailed them said if they could come up to see us during winter break to have some fun geeking out.

so fast forward day of the party, we got chips, soda, beer all the good shit, only 6 people show up out of the fucking group of 14. That's fine, small parties can be cool, we can catch up and shit you know. One of the guys that came was the same person who looked at the comp, he told us that since that day he hasn't been the same, he gets random calls with the sound of the old school dialing modems at the end, his pager kept getting weird messages like "hey, let's play" "I'm your new friend" "please don't ignore me" over and over and over, he just smashed it after he had enough.

we thought it was some guy pranking him, he did too until his mom, and sister began getting similar shit asking them to stop ignoring him, he just wants to play. He said they had to move another state, even then the random calls happened, sometimes he would get odd e-mails with no sender with the same messages, it was rare but freaked him out every time it happened.

We try to calm him down and said let's just play some games, he was alright with the idea. We decided to just start with console games like smash brothers, golden eye and mario kart.

He kicked our asses at goldeneye using that creepy fucker with the iron jaw, tricking us into following him and have his partner kill us all with the RPG in the aztec level, we got even in smash brothers and finally time for some fucking mario kart. 

We got off to a good start, we lost some we took turn playing and even made it tournament, the last 2 places in each race would have to dance naked in the snow for 2 minutes or drink/eat whatever the fuck we dared to.

So mario kart was his game, I fucking lost and had to eat some funyuns slaughtered in hot sauce and vodka. I still remember that taste. We got to racing in rainbow road, I was out at this point, we pass along there's like a little figure in the back of the map like in the background, always following his car.

he tried to pull that fucking shortcut when you jump from one end of the road and land miles below on the other side, mid way down the jump the game glitches, everything stops, the sound gets all glitchy, and right next to him is this pixely thing like a man, just standing there. We decide to turn it off, nothing. The image was stuck we thought our tv fucked up or something. we unplugged it and plugged it back in and tried again with goldeneye this time, nope... fucking image was still there. Fucking guy was losing it at this point yelling "see!, I told you, I fucking told you, that thing has been following me" we told him to chill, it was maybe just the tv fucking up.

so we we bring the tv from my room to the living room and begin playing golden eye, we went to lab level, and fuck me that pixely fucker was inside one of the lab rooms, we just fucking dropped the game, turned off the tv and ended the day there.

everyone slept over that night, we got drunk began telling stories of banging college girls and shit normal guys do. one of the guy's pager goes off, the message "hey come back" it kept sending the same message non stop. We threw it in the fucking snow and went to sleep.

Next morning, we decide that too much weird shit is going on and decide to just say our goodbyes and forget that shit ever happened.

fast forward early 2006 about 7 years since the gathering, I get an e-mail from the guy saying "He's back man, I need help, don't reply just meet me X park in 2 days" I fucking Noped.avi and deleted it.

I thought about it later, maybe he really needs help but what the fuck can I do? so I went to meet him on the same day and brought a gun just in case.

The guy is a fucking wreck, looks he hasn't eaten in days, clothes are all ragged, pretty much your every day psychopath bum look, I grabbed the gun in my belt just in case and asked him what the fuck happened to him, he just ran over and tried to hug me, I pointed the gun at him and yelled for him to back fuck away from me he began fidgetting and nervously said "I can't do this man, he follows me, I see him everywhere, every computer I touch, every fucking game I play, even when I'm walking outside, it's a fucking nightmare!, I have to get rid of him"

I told him to calm the fuck down, and tell me why he looked like shit he just said "It's the only way he can't find me, I had to get away from, everything that had a screen, even if it's unplugged he fucking appears and followed by letters saying "come back, I'm waiting for you" , "I just want to play" I fucking tired of it"

I grabbed him and told him, what the fuck was I supposed to do, I don't know shit about him, and I don't want to get involved in it "he said, I don't know man, you're the only that showed up, everyone else thinks I'm crazy, but they saw him too, but they just ignored me" I repeated myself and told him I have no fucking how to help him, I gave him some money and told him to go to his parent's house, get cleaned up, and to go see a fucking software guru or something, because I can't help.

He nods, gives a yellow teethed smile and runs to the nearest bus stop, In just backed away and turned and ran the fuck out of there, never looked back.

A few months later another e-mail this time from similar address but not the same that said "Hey, thanks for helping me, I found a guy to get rid of him, he's gone, thanks again"

I deleted it same with the e-mail account and made a new one, haven't heard shit from him ever since. Until your story reminded me of it.

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defyinggravitypigtails said: you mean your body pillow?

Fuck you troll

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I'm so mad I'm gonna fuck my girlfriend so I won't be so mad

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I'm cool and you're a fool

at least i don’t act or look like a fucking retard

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At least I don't try to play a hardass to cover for my insecurities