The Illogi Conspiracy

Chapter 1: Joining

I was surfing the net one day and I happened to see a banana. Or, a picture of a banana, I mean. It read "Illogicopedia" below it. Curious, I clicked on the link and I was shocked at what I saw. There was a giant picture of some kind of penis. Below it read, "Suck on this, non-birthday people!" I was slightly taken aghast. I quickly shut my Mozilla Firefox and shut down my computer.

The next day I went on my internet history to see some of the sites I was on the night before. I had completely forgotten about the website, until I saw the link on my history. I clicked on it again for some reason. I expected to see the crude picture, but instead I saw something different. Much different. The front read, "Welcome to Illogicopedia." It said something about nonsensical articles and what not. I like nonsensical things so I clicked to create an account. I tried different usernames but nothing seemed to stick. I tried "Bumblebeekid445", "Cocainemaniac69", "Super3boyblendertutorials", and many more. I finally typed in the name simply, "G45". I liked it, mysterious, yet sounding like the name of a gun. I saw "G45" in the corner of my screen in red so I clicked on it. It said "Editing User:G45" I began to write: "Hello illogicopedia peoples, I'm G45." I tried to think of something else, cause "Hello illogicopedia peoples, I'm G45." didn't seem like enough. "Oh well," I said and I went and played "Potty Racers" on addictinggames.com.

Chapter 2: Welcome Team

After beating "Potty Racers" for the 18th time I went back on Illogicopedia. Surrounded by orange in the middle of my screen it said: "You have a new rants (latest moan)." I panicked, not sure what to do. I looked at the message and nothing happened. I clicked on the link. "Welcome to Illogicopedia, BITCH I HATE PIPICHY ARRRHRHRHH!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" -- T3canolis." I began to cry a little. Then I scrolled down and saw "Welcome to Illogicopedia I'm Hindleyite, and I'll be your server today, I mean, welcome." It eased the pain a little.

I went back to the home page and clicked on create and article. "Dammit," I said. "I don't know what I doing," I began to type...