Sunday, January 9th, 2011
Issue: 63   Editor: AnotherAldarion


SadSmiley ~ A Bootleggers Confession TiredAndHungry
Hello, SadSmiley. I am about to tell you something. A little secret. Something that might come as a blow, but something you ought to know.

I am a computer. There is no human hiding behind a laptop. No. I am a program. A script. Every crime that I do, every OC that I lead, every topic that I make and every point that I buy... it's all artificial!

And guess what? That doesn't scratch the surface. You see, every user, EVERY user in the game... is a BOT. Sure you've bootmailed some of us, and we've responded. We've negotiated. For all intents and purposes, we've acted as human beings. But really, we are ALL the product of some intensive coding.

BSF2000? Mika? They don't exist either. We are all bots. We all randomly rank up, exchange money, bitch in the forums, get banned, lose at poker. It's ALL SCRIPTED. NONE OF IT IS REAL.

Sure, you'll have Bootleggers 'friends' who will deny everything. They will maintain that they are Josef from Denmark, Steve from the US, Janie from Scotland... but they are lying to you.

These Bootleggers articles... even the ones accompanying my one this week... they are all fake. As bots, we've been able to read the internet, decipher how the human language works, and write articles automatically.

NONE OF IT IS REAL.

You don't know me. But you're special. You're the only HUMAN actually playing Bootleggers. And on this fated Sunday, it's been scripted that, after all this time, you find out that none of the Bootleggers world around you is real.

There will be comments on this article, apparently wondering what it is all about. They're trying to lie to you, SadSmiley. I am a bot that has gone rogue. I am the only one who is willing to tell you that you are living a LIE. Friends, crews, wars, giveaways... all of it is an illusion, to make you think that you're playing with thousands of other players. But the community here, every single interaction... it is all the work of one man, who has chosen you for his experiment.

You signed up, among a few others. While the others who sign up log on to an actual game, you are the chosen one. You get redirected to a fake game, where you are the only player. Your every word and action are being analysed, all for the amusement of one man... the coder of the game. The coder of everyone IN the game. Everyone, except you.

The bots will continue to carry on as normal. But you will know the truth.

Believe nothing you see from now on.