Nick Files - v1
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The Missing Code - From the NickFiles
All facts are true, names and codes removed for TOS and cause I’m scared what will happen once the Truth gets out there – Anon-O-Mous PS Please make a copy while you can – it was deleted last time.
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It all started six weeks ago during a punching marathon. ####### was 800 codes in, eyes blurry, thumbs aching and Crag Ferguson in the background going on about his gay robot. Maybe it was ICM’s neon-green burning holes in his eyes or maybe it was just too many Bawls - but the codes were getting blurry. “WTF… CERED*** or CREED*** or CERDE***”, ####### thought. “I know the efen code exists.. it is right in front of me.” Then after four more tries he gave up, “Hell, who cares – moving on…more codes where that one came from.” And with that, ####### clicked the CheckAll button, wiped the salsa off his mouth with a sleeve and crashed on the couch, Ferguson ranting on.
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That was before ##@@## started capping his ass. At first it was just a few turf and ones he’d capped from a 2k noob and some inactives. Now it was serious. Waking up to 30 caps and a huge hit on income got his attention. “Well, I gotta get punching – he’s got 5k and better weaps on me me – but I can catch up and then tear him a new one. I’ll hop over and take some of his capos too – that’ll torque him.” So the punching started. ####### set his alarm an hour early and punched in the dark in bed. He printed codes and punched on the subway. Twice he’d been caught at work. “‘Playing your little game again huh? You must need some more stuff to do if you got time for that crap.” The stalls were not even safe, “What the hell are you doing in there so long – taco truck hot sauce too much for ya?” And nights, every night was a thousand minimum. Weekends were 5ks.
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##@@## hadn’t noticed at first and after a week ####### he had him in range. Then the race started. Every day he’d barely gain or even fall back a little. That shithead was on to him. They were too close for a clear winner but neither could rest. Three weeks in they both broke 25k. The return rate sucked now and pages and pages of codes barely nudged them up. ####### decided this wasn’t going to work – he’d never get a good lead this way. Time for extreme punching. ####### called work, “Yeah, my back is out again, all those boxes you made me move on OT yesterday…” That would give him some space – they didn’t want a work comp claim. HR called and suggested he take a few days.. no need to see a doctor…right?
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The first day was cake. He’d prepped well. Two cases of drinks and 20 frozen burritos from the corner store. Unplugged phone and TV and the blinds were shut. This was it – “Two days, 24 hours a day and he’s mine.“ Around 10 that night he thought of it for the first time. That code he’d skipped six weeks ago. He was at 12k back then and gaining fast. It had been a late night…who cares. Just one code. ####### punched on. At midnight he checked for temps and again it came into his mind CERED*** or CREED*** what had it been? What if it wasn’t just one code, how many others had he skipped? He remembered the time his second week playing when he checked off a whole page of temps cause he was going to print them but then forgot. “I wonder how many codes I’ve missed – maybe a couple hundred – and with returns, that’s probably only 50 mob at the most....Right?
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Two am day-one and he couldn’t focus. Every code he punched he wondered more and more, maybe I’m behind ##@@## cause he’s more careful. I should have paid more attention early on and I wouldn’t have gotten capped out in the first place. Four am and nothing was making sense. “What’s the point – there are only so many codes and I missed a bunch then no matter how many I do he’ll always have more – he’s probably been punching more than me right now anyway. He probably knew I’d try to overtake him – he might have started a day before me with the same surge idea… “ ####### knew what he was going to have to do. Start over. Create a new ICM account; start from the very beginning – and just to be sure he’d better try some other sites just to be sure. Just to be sure.
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Sunrise and the Bawls was gone, his eyes were crusty, his arms ached, his thumbs were numb – but he was happy. He was gonna catch him – pass him up and cap him off the map. Six pm on the second day and after three trips to refill drinks, a stop at starbucks and grabbing three tins of penguin caffeinated mints and he was almost halfway through the whole site. He’d stopped looking at the messages as every single one said was ‘already in your mob’ or ‘already invited..’ Who cares, he was sure now. No missed codes. He’d lost all feeling from the elbows down but his thumbs were machines. He didn’t even have to look away from his PC now. Just a quick piss break and run to the corner store for more drinks and skittles and he’d get ready for the final night’s push.
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On the way out, bag of Monster under his arm (he’d bought all the Bawls they had plus he didn’t think he could ever drink one again), a guy in a hoodie stepped out from the dumpsters. ‘Hey, I keep seeing ya in there buying all that koolaid and buzz gum and shit. You trying to get a rush or what – that stuff’ll kill ya, ya know...” ####### kept walking, he’d seen this guy before and knew his story. “Hold up, I can help ya out, you wanna go fast, you wanna score, you got the need for speed…I’m your man. BrightEyes is what ya need – no shakes, no buzz… just clear thoughts as long as you need em…” ####### slowed. He was feeling like he might puke any minute. His hands were shaking. Bright eyes…ha, his eyes were red slits. He had the rest of the night to go. Nah..I gotta just get back to punching….unless, maybe.
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Twenty minutes later ####### was on a roll. Pages flew by. He opened two browsers so he could punch from one while the other refreshed. He opened a third and punched TWDB - bad codes and all - bouncing from site to site. The room faded away and codes floated off the monitor into his nostrils and out his fingers. When every code was checked off he made up codes – every combination of letters and numbers possible. His eyes rolled back and he started to laugh, he thought he heard bottles, bawls bottles, being dropped down the stairwell with blue glass breaking…but it was his teeth grinding, snapping and falling onto the floor. His thumbs pressed harder and cracked the glass, they were moving so fast the cracks sliced to the bone. Blood ran and Siri screamed.
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What the Fu**
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Nick summoned his angels Mystery, Bella and Saelo. The trio appeared draped in black and hovering inches above the floor – their veils trailing through redbull, monster, doubleshot and mt dew litter. The cleaned #######’s face with their tears, wrapped him in a crisp white sheet and with their fingertips lifted him into the air. Sinking through the floor and floating through the walls they emerged into a grassy field dotted with pale yellow circles in every direction as far as anyone could see - ADD ####### on each one. Swagger rose from the ground and placed his hand on #######’s chest and lifted his own phone high for all to see…Every leaderboard flashed ####### in gold. Beneath the sheet the thumbs stopped twitching for the first time and all four slowly sank into the turf as the sun rose.
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Crack is whack!!
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How do wha???
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Wow. You should have used all the time you spent writing this to punch codes. 😉
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😂😂 can someone summarize it for me please.
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####### is swagger?
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*frantically checks the map for a vast amount of yellow turf*
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lol. Something interesting on the forums
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Anon-O-Mous wrote:
Good stuffNick summoned his angels Mystery, Bella and Saelo. The trio appeared draped in black and hovering inches above the floor – their veils trailing through redbull, monster, doubleshot and mt dew litter. The cleaned #######’s face with their tears, wrapped him in a crisp white sheet and with their fingertips lifted him into the air. Sinking through the floor and floating through the walls they emerged into a grassy field dotted with pale yellow circles in every direction as far as anyone could see - ADD ####### on each one. Swagger rose from the ground and placed his hand on #######’s chest and lifted his own phone high for all to see…Every leaderboard flashed ####### in gold. Beneath the sheet the thumbs stopped twitching for the first time and all four slowly sank into the turf as the sun rose.
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This is the definition of TLDR
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Add: OLSEN wrote:
This is your mind on drugs😂😂 can someone summarize it for me please.
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That's a great plot for a movie 😏
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Excelsior mafia wrote:
Staring Ryan Gosling as the puncher...That's a great plot for a movie 😏
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Maybe this is why your threads go missing
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Brilliant!!!
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Bloody hell this was brilliant
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Wow - I love it!
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I thought it was cool, funky overtones of religion in TW. So in the 2nd story does he face off against anyone in particular???
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You kinda lost me there at the end, but all in all I thought that was pretty good. I need to show this to people when they ask "why do spend so much time on a silly iPhone game???"
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I love it :)
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Just gave me an idea to start punching random codes no seriously!!!! Lol
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