HolySavior's scary, scary night.

It was a dark and stormy night. HolySavior was on his way to the ZNR Coding Dungeon to check on the shackles keeping the rest of the Coding Team from running away and doing worthless non-coding things. It had taken quite some doing to gather these primo coders, and he wasn't about to let them slip out of his grasp. No, there was way too much yet to do and the team needed to keep focus. He was already having trouble convincing Reid that ZN did not need to offer a modification for coding one's self out of a paper bag. Not only that, but Slayer was busy coding a new city in response to a request for an efficiency apartment, and Mike was considering how to add a modification to his shoutbox that would cook breakfast. Clearly, this was a team of over-achievers that needed a leader.

Little did HolySavior know that the Coding Dungeon was haunted. He and the others had moved in very quickly and just assumed it would be your normal every-day ZB dungeon--dark, damp and with the occasional rat, rumored to be a relative of EA. But lurking behind the tangled pile of script tags was an evil presence. It was the dreaded spirit of Internet Exlorer....an entity so horrible no one ever spoke his full name, only his initials (sometimes adding the surname, "Sucks"). IE had been waiting for his opportunity, and now that it was Halloween night, he sensed his chance was approaching. He knew that this being a party night, the coders would all be bloated and dulled by indulging in all the cookies they had been creating as all the new codes flew from their fingers. (Although some of them were suspected to have been pulled out of other areas of their anatomies...but.... I digress.)

IE was sure he would be successful in stealing all the cookies, and would therefore control all Zathyus Network coders for all eternity to come. He had only to get by the watchful eye of HolySavior. This would not be easy, as HolySavior would be joining the party late, and would not be in a cookie-induced stupor like the others. While the party gained momentum, IE hatched his dastardly plan. He would overwhelm the hapless coders with new illogical and maddening validation rules. (Even worse than normal.) They would become so discouraged, they would just give up and hand over all the cookies. Yes, that would be his plan. He began to send out relentless official updates, stealthily changing the requirements for compatibility. If he moved quickly enough, no one would notice until they woke up the next day and received the mocking "new updates have been installed" notifier. By then it would be too late. The team would be overwhelmed, and the cookies would be his.

When HolySavior arrived, he smelled something amiss. (No, it wasn't EA's relative). It was the smell of burning cookies. HolySavior rushed to the wall where the team was chained. They were drinking punch and had gorged themselves to the point where they were losing control of their semi-colons. HolySavior knew he had to act fast. He began to edit furiously in a desperate attempt to save the cookies from certain destruction. Just at that moment, IE leaped out of the shadows with an evil laugh. "It's too late, HolySavior. The cookies are all worthless to you now. The recipe has been changed forever! Muahahahaha!"

"Nooooooooo!" HolySavior reached deep into his bag of tricks and pulled out a secret UNINSTALL button. "Haha, IE. You thought you could not be uninstalled, but I have coded a way to do it. I've been saving it for just a moment like this." And with that, HolySavior added the last snippet to the uninstall code and pressed the button.......

"HS! HS!, wake up!" said slayer. "You overslept, man. You missed the delivery of a big box from Microsoft. Here open it, we all want to see what they sent you." HolySavior rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Could it have all just been a terrible dream? He carefully opened the box. Under all the packing material was a small note card. It said, "Congratulations. Internet Explorer has successfully reinstalled itself. All updates are now operating. Resistance is futile. -- signed, your fiend, IE."