It's that time of day, spamming time.

[paranoidcreator]

You know...when I was a kid man, I didn't realize how lucky I was. I mean, my parents stuck together through thick and thin. My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a school teacher and we had a dog and...wow the American dream huh

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[private]

[neuroticalson]

Sure. Tell me where to get the coke and I'll have it sold faster than you can blink.

[Well that was his job back home.]

[private]

[paranoidcreator]

Well, that will be up to you, in the video game. I can write a dealing level.

That's what movies are for. Research. Or you can help me write it?

[noooot falling for it.]

[private]

[neuroticalson]

No, I mean that'd be my job here. If there's no coke I could be a loan shark, too. I think I'd be good at that. Or assassin.

I'd be pretty good at writing a video game, though. [Too bad Rockstar Games isn't around yet.] Better than shooting the goddamn cheating ducks anyways.

Re: [private]

[paranoidcreator]

[There's a thought]

Look, I'll make you a deal. You find a job, or let me find you one, and I'll let you use my equipment.

You can program?

Private // text.

[ifightfor]

[IT'S THAT STALKER AGAIN.]

Flynn.

JA307020 owes you an explanation.

Re: Private // text.

[paranoidcreator]

[Kevin frowns. It's that Rinzler guy. He's following people around and being really obscure and generally creepy and...]

No explanation required my man.

Private // text.

[ifightfor]

[Rinzler could just take that and walk off.

It's kind of tempting.]

Explanation owed.

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JA3

I was Tron.

Re: Private // text.

[paranoidcreator]

[On the other side of the communication, Kevin is skeptical. Then confused.]

....How do you know about...Tron?