Status: A massive coo-write.

The Many Tales of Dujo

They call him Pierre.

In the early afternoon hours, he crept in the basement. With the small, rectangular windows covered in thick, marroon curtains, all was dark. Except for, of course, the faded glow coming from the computer screen.

Mibba

The orange word stood against the blue background, and Dujo wore a small smile as he refreshed the journal section, enjoying the chaos that was unfolding. Little spam bots took over the pages, and every now and then some user would pop up, complaining and looking for their great, great Dujo.

He would leave it go for a while- make them need him. For now, though, he had more important matters to tend to.

Image

Bright lights shone on the mahagony paned stage, as a voice boomed over the loudspeaker. "And now, everyone's favorite French boy- Pierre!"
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Its short, but, lol. Take it how you want.