One new recruit stands alone before his peers, nervously awaiting their judgement.
Skill at SO = nil, Experience of same = 0
The silence is deafening, the clock's almost silent ticking, sounds like the bells of doom. The sunshine outside has started to cloud over with dark satanic clouds, a crash of thunder sounds, as, hesitantly, the preview button is pressed.
No name was provided.
No email address was provided.Scrolls down, scrolls up, (thinks - not too good so far), Starts another window.
Different looking window, it's got a "Name" and "Email" box on this one,
they are falible.
The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, as if waiting for the all clear.
The preview button is pressed, and, Aaaargh, the red words of death,
The name you submitted cannot be used, because it is or contains a reserved name.The recruit salutes, and withdraws to the cool air outside - lights a cigarette, mumbles to himself "their aint no way i'm changing that name, no way, Magicat I am, Magicat i'll die. And if someone else is using my nic they'll be going to hell before me."
Finishing the cigarette, it's punished for being a sign of weakness under the heavy steel shod boots he wears. Straightening his uniform he kicks open the door.
"MAGICAT reporting for duty" he bellows, "an if anyone don't like it, they'd better leave - quickly", an evil grin seems to transform his face, into, well, into someone more likeable, but infinately more dangerous than the recruit that first appeared a while ago.
His words echo round the room, as if daring someone or something to reply .............
The sun starts shining again, a new era has begun.
