Tales of the Admins

[Shinju]

The littlest mod was kinda bored on The Temple of... "Why is it called like that? And why, why are we here? What's the purpose of my existence?"

The littlest mod had to think about these questions, but not for so long..

"Hey, you! Pssst! Come closer!" said strange voice comming from the darkness of weird and scary corner.

"Who are you? What do you want? Mommy told me I should keep a distance from foreign people!"

"Mommy, mommy, mommy! And what about a cookie in exchange?"

The littlest mod looks around carefuly and decides to step forward. After all, cookies are her weakness.

"Well done, well done! Keep going closer to me." strange voice said and as The littlest mod moves closer, strange signature appears.

"Nuuuuu!! Evil coffee machine!!!"

Coffee machine shrughs. It is really weird and The littlest mod is kinda surprised. 3 sticks? The littlest mod leans closer and reads strange words above them.

"Zoner, Junker and Laté Dramamiatto."

"Tell me, why are you calling me? Do you need me to refill your tanks?"

"One green is in need of coffee and your task is to choose a flavor and deliver this mug in one piece"

The littlest mod rubs backsise of her head, thinking for few seconds.

"Okay Okay!! One Laté Dramamiatto please."

"As you wish!" Coffee machine said and slowly filled mug by coffee. "And one special drop of random tears"

The littlest mod had to take on her sunglasses, because this drop of pure sadness, madness, QQness was too bright and light comming from this awesome tear could make her blind. She took this mug full of pure and hot liquid and slowly walks to the door on the right. The littlest mod sighs and slowly walks in.

Another Moderator was standing in the middle of the room, lifting a huge thingy. It looked like a really hard job so The littlest mod came closer to him and gave him amused look. He was lifting a weight so she asked him:

"How much does it weight?"

Moderator just gave her a look and she with loud sigh looked at it. But instead of "weight" there was just one simple word.

"THREAD"

The littlest mod gave him a look as well and quickly disappeared from the room. She decided to continue and slowly reached another room. Inside were two Mods and few Greens. She happily walked in still holding her mug of coffee, but they all gave her a weird look. She carefully looked what's on the floor between them. A female? They were talking about sizes apparently and about tastes? One opened mouth and her rack got bigger or smaller... Uuuuhhh, weird place.


The littlest mod continued slowly again, not sure what's going to happen in next room.

It was cold around and kinda weird lights were glowing from the room. Different colors as well. The littlest mod slowly put a mirror on the floor and set it in perfect position so she could see what's going on in the room.

Ghosts? Flying around like a mad? Silly stuff really. Probably a Ghost party?
"Heyuuuuuu!!!! Where is His Majesty Booooooo?" Ghosts gave her angry look and The littlest mod quickly disappeared.


The littlest mod was following a weird smell in the corridor now, but suddenly she heard... Screaming? One mod appeared from nowhere, crashing into the corridor walls, bouncing like a ball untill he disappeared on the opposite side of corridor

The littlest mod reached another door and smell was kinda stronger, beating her nose. A Xenomorph called Garrett Jax was inside, getting rid of some brown stuff from his shoulder. The littlest mod knew what is that brown stuff and slowly but carefuly came closer, holding her nose.

"Gooood... Morning? I have to bring you a mug of delicious Laté Dramamiatto, dear Garrett. I guess it was something special if Zoners and Junkies weren't involved huh? Well I guess you won't talk because of that <REDACTED> on your body huh? I would suggest a shower and healthcare from Miss Xenomorph"

The littlest mod bowed and kept going to next room through dark corridor. But... Is that a sound of engine? Tractor appears there with another Green sitting on top of him and observing... A melon?

The littlest mod doesn't get it at all, this bunch of people, tractors, monsters, weird creatures and... Zoners.

In the end The littlest mod got robbed by a silly mod... He called himself Evil Coffee Thief. Well, whatever. I guess it's time to slay some huge Signatures... Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge stuff, the best stuff. But what's small that's cute!!

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"No step on Snek..."

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