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I've been given a fair amount of Ibuprofen, but this headache seems permanent. I absolutely must get this written down at all costs. Here is my story: About four nights ago, I went upstairs to the loft and took my old schoolbooks to the burning pile. But when I opened the case, the disc inside lacked any kind of artistic illustrations, instead just a bland, white colour with some text written on it in black marker pen. I wasn't exactly pleased when I learned it wasn't a game, but since someone had actually went through the effort of making a CHATROOM disc, rather than the vast chatrooms available on the internet, I concluded it would be somehow different. Having kicked the worthless books down the attic ladder, I inserted the disc inside my old laptop.
There was only so much I could take in from the doctor's words in the opposite patient room, since I have a bloody massive headache. Since I absolutely loved computers at the time, I was interested in giving it a go on my Dell. Even as I type I still worry that the face will appear once again and scare the shit out of me. My eyes have grown dark purple circles around them, because I have literally not slept at all since the incident.
After a brief moment, a red box with no text in it appeared. Darwyn Clarke typed in again, this time in a much slower ticker tape typewriting fashion than last time. It intensified more and more, with each passing letter. As I focused more and more on the letters as they were being typed: the horrified expression on my face would have become so visible, I think I remember seeing it in the reflection of my laptop. A FUCKING PALE, WHITE MAN, who was grinning at me, on my laptop screen. The users in a particular chat room are generally connected via a shared internet or other similar connection, and chat rooms exist catering for a wide range of subjects. The system was called EMISARI and would allow 10 regional offices to link together in a real-time online chat known as the party line. The first public online chat system was called Talkomatic, created by Doug Brown and David R.New technology has enabled the use of file sharing and webcams to be included in some programs. Woolley in 1973 on the PLATO System at the University of Illinois.Then, the screen went black for a brief moment, and flashed. Then, what appeared to be a white text box opened up in the centre. " I cracked up again; whoever made this must have done an impressive job. And then, to my surprise, he typed another message: "You don't understand? My sisters, whom I hated, met with a tragic accident." I was starting to feel cold. This must have been a psycho chatbot, or something. I typed in, to see his reaction: "Do you know what else my brothers have done, lately? And then, I was met with the biggest surprise of all. I got another message, and by this time I was sure to be hallucinating by now. I shut my eyes, and clenched my teeth violently together, then shot my head back like a bullet. I only saw it for a nanosecond of a nanosecond, but that was all I could take. The words "Welcome to CHATROOM 98" appeared at the top centre of the screen. I didn't know what to type, so I randomly put: "Hello." I didn't expect any kind of response but then I got one. I typed in, "Yes, they are actually alien pedophiles, who prey on human children. " I didn't know what the fuck he was saying, but the poignant detail of his description startled me for a second. Darwyn Clarke responded again, only this time: I could see his message being typed, like a ticker tape typewriter. "YOU HAVE NOT HEARD EVERYTHING YET." I scrambled at the keyboard, I was losing my mind. After that, apparently I screamed violently, and then fell unconscious for 4 hours.