(C/// hey losers reading this, I am Creator. Im not the one narrating this, but I can use my Creator abilities to interject with hilarious commentary. Creator, Away!)
Richard sat, blank faced, facing his computer. He absent-mindedly browsed through a reddit forum.
To all extents, Richard is a giant fucking loser. monumentally, overwhelmingly, abhorrently loser-y. He failed essentially all of his schooling (C/// on account of his overinflated ego convincing him that he could pass without studying) and never went to university (C/// because, quite frankly, nobody wanted him. would you?). He decided that the best way to spend the prodigious inheritance his insanely rich parents left behind was to blow it all on getting fat and playing Darkest Dungeon (C/// if you can afford to buy the whole dev team, there's a slight chance that you're playing a mediocre game). Using more colloquial terms, he was a through and through NEET (C/// of course, in his case, NEET stood for Not Even Equal to Turds).
As he browsed disinterestedly, he saw a post that caught his eye (C/// does it mention food?) that said: Click here for dank memes! (C/// Ew. Who the fuck says 'Dank' in this day and age?) Incensed, Richard prepared his white knight blade to invade the filthy thread and flame the poster. however, upon clicking it, he got a notification:
MEMESENSE ACQUIRED. ONE WEEKLY CREATION ALLOWED.
'The fuck?' He muttered. He clicked off of it, and got up to stretch. If there's one thing he disliked, it was pop-ups. He went to the bathroom and sat down on his throne. While waiting, he pulled his phone out and started browsing Instagram (C/// Using? checking? what's the correct verb for Instagram?).
He saw a meme: Some garbage about the Peepee Poopoo Man. 'can you imagine how fucking lame that would be if it were real?' he thought. However, with that one thought, he initiated a chain of events that almost destroyed the world.
(C/// it wasn't really the world. It still sucked, just not... globally.)