Only for those that wish to continue the story, please gather around. For anyone else that is not interested off you go looting.
We will pick up the tale from little Brandy and weave in some new characters along the way.
Little Brandy, alone, scared and in desperate need of a shower and hot meal cries loudly in the corner. Footsteps approach. Cowering down he tries to make himself invisible. What if it was that big nasty clone spore big Brandy. .. ... but its not. Freda has heard his cries. In fact the whole neighbourhood has been woken up. Being the kind generous soul that she is she scoops up the dirty, smelly covered in yuck thing that little Brandy is and takes him home.
Freda is the extra worker that used to toil endlessly on one of my guys bases, until her retirement. Once he changed nations she volunteered to take early retirement and has been seen all over the world. We frequently get postcards and revealing photos of her with celebrities ... its ok Ironangel, we will not be publishing them. Though really dude .... pineapple !!!!
Safe at last little Brandy looks around. Splosh !!! Straight into a warm bowl of water for a soak. Bobbing up and down he is saved from drowning and placed in front of a big bowl of his favourite food. Brussel sprouts ☺ .... so green and slighty over cooked he dives in.
Clean, fed and safe he tells Freda his story. The cruel casting out, the shunning by his clone, his hopes and dreams ..... Freda listens or at least pretends to listen. At least now that the spore is inside he is no longer making the noise and she will soon be tucked up in bed with that man .... Brandy plots his come back. He needs help, an alter ego or a superhero. Both perhaps. ... yes if only .... he drifts off to sleep plans form in his dreams. He will return.
Meanwhile back at headquarters Seraphine has just come into work. Blissfully unaware of the rumours swirling around her. Smiling and greeting the other techno workers she notices them looking at her differently. The smiles are wrong. They break apart from whispered conversations when she gets close. What is going on? Finding her parner in moderator monitoring at the water cooler she approaches Ironangel. He realises too late that the only way out is past Seraphine. Trapped he looks guilty.
Under her intense stare he falters then cracks. She is after all a woman of incredible intelligence and power. He blurts out that there is a story on the forum and she has a starring role. Curious she finds it. Reads it and ponders. Treat it as a fun harmless tale or close it down and suck the humour from the forum like a big vacuum. She makes her choice.
Big Brandy is seething. He has been fully outed on the forum as a big meany to a clone of himself .... and of course his desire to woo a certain lady. He tries to stop the writer from distributing any more of his secrets. Threatens lawyers, hackers and the such ... all he succeeds in doing is bringing himself to the mighty GreatSloth Dectective moderator. The word hacker used as it was has sent a keen set of investigators to probe his very existence.
Little Brandy has recovered quickly. His plans now laid out in front of him, along with a clean pair of underpants and socks. He creates the account and takes on his new suave personna Whoknows. Dressed to impress he does his best James Bond impersonation. Failing miserably he settles for the lovable goofy Johnny English. He sneaks back to the forum ready to take on his foe and .... whats this ! Big Brandy is potentially out of the running with his treatment of little Brandy aka Whoknows. Laughing hysterically he slips in.
A crowd has gathered. Some keen to follow the story , others that feel the need to comment and leave. As they should, with this many flipping hobbits around Toast had better run. Always on the look out for easy food to satisfy their never ending hunger, I hope they brought snacks.
A superhero ... yeah right Batman .... hahaha .... hahahaha. .. wipes laughter tear away, I digress.
Big Brandy tries to rally his henchmen. Little Brandy has some anime up his sleeve, or he would have if he had sleeves. The big showdown is imminent. Security has been called and are on standby. The tv crews having gotten wind of the pending fight to the death have taken up position on the other side of the river. Who the hell leaked to the press ... no wonder the game is having crashes, its under so much scrutiny its having hiccups.
But lunchtime is over and we shall have to continue a bit later on.
Special thanks goes to those that have been dragged into the story so far. You are great sports. And to those of you that may yet be caught up in the web, thanks in advance.