What Happened to SPEW? by Dargquon Ql'deleodna; Investigative Reporter
Early in YWS history, SPEW was a prominent usergroup. Highly secretive in nature, it's members consisted of some of the best critiquers in the world. Then one day, it disappeared.
The official reason given was that the usergroup had become inactive, so Nate deleted it.
But if he deleted it for being inactive, why didn't he delete the other inactive usergroups? What really happened to SPEW?
I began my search at Area 51...
At this point, Grif tossed the tabloid into the trash. Mythical usergroups? Best Reviewers in the world? Nate involved in some conspiracy?
Well, the last one wasn't too hard to imagine. Nate had disappeared a few weeks ago without saying a word. He made a note to talk to Firestarter when he came back on.
The forums were relatively quiet; Grif finished his moderating paces quickly. Returning back to his home, Grif took off his signature hat and coat before turning on the light.
The light didn't come on though, Grif looked up at the light. Someone had unscrewed the bulb...
And then someone grabbed him from behind! Grif whirled around.
"Is it secret! Is it safe!" Some old guy dressed in gray asked him.
"What the f&%# are you talking about? Who the **** are you anyways! What are you doing in my house?!" The old man was about to explain, but Grif had had enough. Grabbing the old man by his cloak, he tossed him out the door.
"And stay out you FREAK!" Grif yelled, before returning back to his house. He stood inside the unlit foyer.
"Now where are those gosh darn light bulbs?"
"Here's one," a new voice said, before handing him a light bulb.
"Thanks," Grif said, taking the light bulb and screwing it in. The light stayed out.
"I'm sorry, that one must have been burned out. Here's a fresh one," the voice said again.
"Thanks again," Grif said, replacing the old light bulb. The light remained dark.
"Oh, I bet you forgot to turn on the light."
"No, I'm pretty sure I flicked the switch," Grif said.
"Oh yeah, now I remember, I cut the power before I came in," the voice said.
"Who are you anyway?"
"I won't tell you my name, but I did write my name with blood near that painting you have. Use the blue flashlight.
Grif shone the blue light onto the painting.
"Arm Us?"
"It's an anagram," the voice said. Grif looked at it closer. Suddenly, the letters changed color and using cool special effects, he arranged them into a name.
"Ah, I always knew you'd come back Arsum!"
"What? That's not even close! It's Smaur!"
"Oh. What are you doing here?"
"I came here to give you a warning. I..." Smaur trailed off faintly.
"I what?" Grif asked.
"I think... I used... too much blood!" she said, collapsing to the ground.
(To be continued...)
Arsum, lol.
