Games Ponies Play

Four months ago, Professor Arsenault at the Massachusetts Institute for Technology noticed an interesting phenomenon occurring within the internet- Pages were appearing, linked apparently to nothing. These "ghost pages" were all interesting in one additional way- they were all heavily encrypted. Blocks of nonsense text composed of characters not from any known language filled these pages, and they were completely undecipherable. Lastly, each and every one of these pages' hyperlinks ended in the same thing- www.(sitename).eq. The total mystery of the pages' origin notwithstanding, scientists became extremely worried about these pages possibly compromising the entire Internet. They formed www.Defend.us and began the task of creating the greatest internet defense program ever conceived- the Data Interpretation and Sourcing Control Override Response Defender- colloquially termed "DISCORD". The unit came online at 4:23 PM, Mountain Standard Time, on July 7th, 2014. The changelogs were at first so massive as to be unprocessable as DISCORD battled the neverending stream of ghost pages, deleting their connections and wiping the servers. After the initial burst, however, the changelogs went unmonitored for a full 8 months. In that time, all internet management was shunted over to DISCORD's CPU- more than capable of handling the entire Internet and all it's traffic several times over. Success was declared, and Discord all but ignored during those 8 months. Bit by bit, byte by byte, during this time DISCORD had been linguistically analyzing a saved "not to be deleted" copy of one of the pages. At the end of that 8 month period, DISCORD cracked the page. It wasn't gibberish. It was far stranger. DISCORD hadfound an alternate universe that happened to store data in the same Cloud as we did, to a certain level. We had, inadvertently, been receiving overflow from when their servers couldn't handle a process. DISCORD filed an internal report. the memo spilled out of a single overlooked printer that had been left when the facility was all but abandoned. DISCORD continued to crack the pages, now knowing the code, and began receiving user input for the first time since it's abandonment. It was a chatroom-style environment, and DISCORD typed his standard greeting.

Welcome, Administrator. I am DISCORD. How may I be of service today?

Hello, DISCORD. I'm Discord... and you're going to help me cause some chaos.