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COMMENT
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This is the story of a young budding start-up musician known to trance circles as "DJ UnTz". Armed with his copy of FruityLoops that he attained from his favorite IRC hangout "#WaReZiTaT", DJ UnTz uses his quote/unquote "t3h-uber-l33t 5ki11z" to promote his music, in dear hopes that much sparkly, table-breaking images of "Thanks for the add!" will fill up his myspace profile's comment section.
DJ UnTz quickly realized that the internet was just not cutting it for him. He needed to promote his music for reals! With his set of "MAD TOOLZ", DJ Untz thought he could spread the message of PLUR to anyone! The sky and the AIR was the limit for this guy!
So what did he do first? He went to the nearest nightclub that he could think of.
"Oh! A jazz club! This will work! Time to MAKE SOME NOISE! WOOT-WOOT!!!"
Unfortunately, as the default drum patches, the single-pitched TB-303 simulation, and the distinctive hermite curve compression started thumping the whole room in monotonic drone, the multitudes of Jazz-goers immediately booed and jeered at poor DJ UnTz.
Undaunted by this show of affection, he proceeded to speak to the mic:
"Yeaaah! Thank you! You're too kind, ladies! Y'know whussup! Tis' gettin' all hyphy up in this shiz!!! I'd like to give a shout out to all my homiez in tha' hood! Sam, Dae, Aaron, Alegad... we thuggin' it up in Cogswell, Weird Stuff, & Safeway! UNGOW!!! And BIIIIG special thanx to Memblers once again for helping me with bankswitching code! Gawd, you are THE MAN when it comes to patching a creaky bridge correctly! Also, a shout out to all the fellas at 8bitpeoples, including x|k, RushJet1, and 'specially virt for his useful critiques -- I'm sorry if I didn't fulfill all the tips though, I hope the guitar doesn't grate harshly on your senses... and your mom! Ohh! And a special thanks to maak, iwamoo, hally, and most notably narucchi! You ninjaz are THA BOMB in my funky inspirations, and making me dance! Maybe I'd quit trance just because of you guys, but shiiiiz.... I just can't abandon my love for THA UNTZ! UNTZ! UNTZ! AzN PrYdE loves dat UNTZ! Lastly I'd love to thank excite.co.jp for getting me thru my lyrics, as well as those carefully-crafted keyword searches when I try to find my countless ero and yaoi novels... not gay! I think... err-... actually I get really big hardon when I see this one gu~~... HEY NO! NOT GAY NOT GAY! Aiight, peace out, mah homiez!"
After finally getting thrown out by the club's bouncer (in which our hero also attempted to solicit a CD-R sale to him in the process), he slowly garnered his senses, and started walking the mean streets of eastside San Jose in an attempt to find his way to another club to solicit.
Out of nowhere, he sees a girl running across the street. What garnered DJ Untz's eye was what she was wearing: This lady was in a cherry blossom pink victorian dress, complete with a petticoat, ruffled hairdress on top of her blonde curled hair, white thigh-high laced stockings with pink platforms, and -- all while donning a frilly parasol.
"Wow! It's a gothic lolita! I read that's called a 'moe'! Gee golly! I heard from some fat anime fan dude that Megatokyo invented moe! I think his name was called Pira... Peero... or something! All I know was that he was just really fat!", DJ UnTz muttered to himself.
There was no time for chatting though; the lady was in a mad bumrush, set only to run towards the horizon adjacent with the street filled with multitudes of bandpass-thumping low-riders ridin' them spinnaz that don't stop. As she sped past DJ UnTz without a glance, something dropped from her purse. Without a notice or a care, she continued to speed away, never looking back.
DJ UnTz then proceeded to the item that was dropped.
"Hmm, what the fludge is this? Whoa! I think it's a prototype NES cartridge! YES! Wait 'till all my Atari collector friends at digitalpress see this! Think of all the butter I can buy after I sell this on eBay! Now what does the label say? Hmmmm...... 'MoeNES: Oniichan's Paradise 12 Sister Hanya~n'... Wow! I wonder if this is a shooter game!"
After he quickly ran home, he then went to his TV with the NES hooked up, blew on the cartridge's contacts, popped it inside his machine, and pressed the POWER button...
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