It was a night like any other in the Pepino residence. The rain slowly pattered away at ChilePepino’s windowsill. He sat at his computer, staring at the ghostly glow of the screen.

“Ahh, tiem tto vchekc outtt Foruwmarrz.”

He logged on to his site of choice, and went to flamebate to examine the posts there.

But there were none.

“Huhh, mmust eb a slooew day onn falmbatet todayy,” he muttered.

So, he bumped a few threads, ran his visits, and logged off. To his surprise, his creative comments had garnished no new replies. He stood in wonder for a good ten minutes, until he heard a sound.

CREEEAAAK…

ChilePepino stood frozen in fear. He didn’t know what to do. It was obvious there was someone in his house, but no one had lived in the house but him since he could remember! He shuddered, and heard a whispered noise.

“ChilePepino…” it said “You have become way cooler than us and caused us to kill ourselves out of shame. But our work was not done: we were returned to earth in these hellish ghostly forms to seek revenge! Now, we have kidnapped every forumwarz poster so no more wrong can be done to us. You are the last one we seek…”

ChiliPepino spun around, and his eyes bugged out of his head. There was every poster he had ever wronged, every person whom he had tread on in his quest to the top. He screamed as they came upon him, snarling and bearing their teeth.

Chile screamed for what seemed like hours. It seemed all was lost, there was no way to fight back against their etheral forms, and even after death they had the stink of internet addiction upon them. He knew he was doomed, and there was no way out.

Then, out of nowhere, a light appeared from the heavens. Blinding and beautiful, it shone down upon the ghosts, who began to howl in pain. They started to disintegrate, and the voice of the great Evil Trout was heard:

”BEHOLD, BAD POSTERS. YOU WERE FOOLS TO THINK YOU COULD, LIKE, DESTROY CHILEPEPINO, AND STUFF, AND IM GONNA BAN YOU ALL NOW LOL!”

The shrieks of the ghostly army could be heard from miles away, and ChilePepino shut his eyes in order to shield them from the blinding radiance.

When he opened them, all the ghosts were gone. No one was seeking to eat his flesh, no one wanted him dead. He sighed with relief.

“Phhweew.”

The world was good once more. But there was still one thing left to do. He booted up his computer and went to the remains of Forumwarz. He looked at it, wept a single tear, and requested a mod to ban him.

He then shut off his computer. For good.

THE END