It's about a girl that gets grounded and manages to find some trouble anyway - even grounded and in her room!
How Much Trouble Can I Get Into Sitting In My Room? Part 2
"Frank Davis " visited all the fora "Sunnydae " had,
spewing his philosophy.
Sure he was banned/gagged on a couple, which I wanted.
This would give him a chip on his shoulder, build up a
following of the most backward people on Forumcity so
when he began his own forum, 'Troll Town' , he'd get a
lot of hits.
It only took two days for Frank to become the best friend
of the guys who had body odor and Troll Town was an
instant hit, and Frank so popular there were squads of idiots
lining up to be his 'mods '.
I appointed a guy I imagined had one hell of a beer belly,
bathed every Sunday, and had fallen out of High School who
used the name, "BigTractor " as Frank 's 'right hand man.'
It was incredible to post crap and have every stupid thing
I typed lapped like cream. To be the most popular person
in the 'world' as Frankdavis , while Sunnydae was treated
as a roach.
I expected someone would see thru my masquerade, realise
Frank was Sunnydae or at least a girl. No one did.
During day light hours I couldn't log on so a lot would
happen and my 'buds' would report to me. Emboldened, I
could attack as I wanted for no matter what kind of check
ran on Frank Davis they'd never connect 'him' to Joan
Farragut, currently an inmate at the Farragut Family Prison.
I didn't have to worry about Internet Costs or I.P as
I linked through a company. It wasn't legal as I wasn't
an employee but Richie Sunder's father worked there,
and gave Richie a user ID.
The login was 'shop', password 'accounts'. At night, no
one would be at shop, certainly not in accounts.
Where other members of Troll Town were trembling about
searches and pings, (one of my 'enemies' was capturing
information and posting it), I was sacrosanct.
Do a search of Frank Davis. Must be millions of them.
Thousands in New York. Hundreds in New York City.
Snatchmail was one of those accounts which only asked
name and password, requiring no other data. It wasn't
like yahoo or hotmail.
My archenemy was Bluehotel. I'm not sure what Frank
did to piss her off but she'd been locked out by my mods,
and kept getting back on using different nicks.
She made threats and I spit on them. She warned she
wouldn't take it and I goaded her to do her best.
She'd been able to infect Sweetie's computer with a
virus, post Diggadog's real name and address, sign
Hurtsalot up for every porn site on the Net, but so
far, Frank couldn't be touched.
Thinking myself invulnerable, supported by googals
of 'buds', on my own forum, (meaning no one could
ban/gag me) I got more boisterous than Sunnydae
would dare.
Bluehotel, who was obviously a nut job of the first
order, promised to 'make me pay.'
As I was on at night and she apparently logged on
from work or wherever she was during the day, the
messages between us were always delayed.
To protect myself, however, when I logged on, I'd go
through a proxy. I'd check the roster of users, making
sure she wasn't on. If she was, I'd stay as Guest, or
log on as Sunny.
Sweet dear Sunnydae, who was cursed by the same
people who kissed Frank 's behind.
Sunny didn't participate in the war. She tried to open
intelligent discussions on various topics. No one was
interested.
Six days after I began my 'sentence' Frank got an
e-mail at snatchmail.com from Bluehotel.
I shut down, switched to Linux, which I had installed on
my 'D' drive. I logged on, went to snatchmail, opened the
message.
Blue 'knew' where I (Frank ) lived and I'd soon see what
she could do.
For a moment I imagined her penetrating the Farragut
Family Prison in Toronto.
I wrote back, 'you're full of beans', then logged onto
Forumcity.
I posted Blue's message verbatim, ridiculed her even
more, posting her e-mail for all to see and tear apart.
I then decided to send Blue a trojan horse. I wasn't the
world's best hacker, but knew Blue was an idiot. I wrap-
ped my malware as an attachment named blue.jpg .
Blue was missing for the next two days, then on the third,
one day before my sentence was up, I received another
email from Blue. I deleted it unread.
I was buoyantly vicious the last night of my sentence
and at two a.m. logged off.
Shortly after nine that morning my cell was opened and
I was allowed to rejoin the family. I was allowed to go
into the backyard, the front porch and throw away the
garbage, but no further.
I could watch television, talk to my friends, but was not
allowed out at night. It didn't matter, I had something
to do at night.
I logged on later than usual. HBO had a great movie and
having not seen television for so long I guess I was
marvelled by it.
As I got onto Troll Town there were nervous;
"Where's Frank ?"
"Did anyone see Frank ?"
"I'm here." I typed.
In seconds came "Thank the Lord! " from Tractor,
"Blue said she'd killed you ."
"Don't feel dead." I replied.
"It was in the newspaper !" Punched in another one.
"What?"
"Didn't you see the News ?"
"I just got in from the dock, haven't seen my family
yet." Frank types.
"I'll send you the URL --
www.dailynews.com/987987/87678/2002712. "
So I open another window and see:
"Frank Davis, thirty four, of 3454 Battery Avenue, was
shot and killed early this morning..."
I hadn't used that address but could imagine a fevered
brain, searching for a Frank Davis who lived in New York
City, pulling data to get the right age.
"Tink contacted the F.B.I. we thought it was you. " Posted
Sneeze.
"Oh." What else could I type? Then, "My wife's busting
a gut, I'll log on later. If I'm still alive."
The joke fell flat.
Was it a coincidence?
Or was it that I had provoked an unbalanced lunatic
to the extreme?
How much trouble can I get into sitting in my room?
Rhetorical question.
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