Mijzelffan sat alone in the dark basement, eating chips and drinking a beer while watching a football game on the television, only illuminated by the flickering lights.
The match ended, Ajax beating PSV 3 to 1. Mijzelffan shut off the television, and stared unblinkingly ahead into the black television screen.
“I know you're there.”
A shape stirred slightly in the shadows.
“What do you want? You won the last game.”
The shadow leaned forward a bit.
“You now have control of BMGf, what more could you want?”
The facial features of hurristat stuck out of the shadow and into the light.
“They're coming. They're going to steal it.”
Mijzelffan rolled his eyes, and flipped on the lightswitch.
“Why must everything you do involve be so melodramatic? Of course they're going to try and steal BMGf away – they're the breeding grounds of Bulbapedia, the single most powerful tool in all of the Pokéverse. With BMGf comes the keys to the world.
“Of course, you hadn't figured that out yet. You were too busy celebrating your victory at Hague Harry's Hotel to notice. The other sites, they infiltrated, and now you can't weed them out with your new-found moderator powers.
“And now you're coming to me for help? I don't think so.”
Hurristat looked down slightly, and then back up.
“I only ask for two things: the keys to the VBfS and the location of Hague Harry's Hotel.” “I still don't understand why I should tell you.”
“You haven't longed for the excitement of the game? The adrenaline rush? We need your help.”
Mijzelffan looked nostalgic for a minute, then: “On one condition: I want to be in this time.”
Meanwhile, on the Island of Exile, all the moderators were sitting, wasting time.
$aturn¥oshi married Archaic and Kasumi, and instead of a reveille, everyone awoke to Evil Figment and Mozz arguing. And mostly, things were calm and peaceful. They managed.
Which is why they were surprised one morning when the last two people they suspected showed up on shore: hurristat and Mijzelffan.
Archaic, ever the leader, stepped forward to confront the two unwanted guests. “What do you want?”
“We need you to help us – BMGf is under siege from other Pokémon sites. Now that you're gone, they thought they could fight their way in and take BMGf, and therefore take the key to the PokéVerse: Bulbapedia.”
“Ask me why I care. You kicked me out. It's none of my concern."
Archaic turned around and started to walk back towards the rest of the moderators.
As he walked up to Kasumi, hurristat interrupted:
“They have Zhen Lin.”
Archaic turned around sharply.
“You mean the builder of Bulbapedia? The one who understands how it all works? The first Editor-in-Chief?”
He looked at Kasumi exasperatedly.
Begrudgingly, he turned back to hurristat.
“Okay, we're in. But only if we can become moderators after the fact.”
“Assuming we win.”
Hurristat, Mijzelffan, and Archaic unlocked the door to the VBfS machine. A smile crept over Archaic's face.
“Ah, so this was the beautiful beast that allowed me to solidify control over BMGf.”
Hurristat snorted. “I preferred the cliff, but okay, whatever.”
Bob walked up. “I've got it all set up. We'll need to get everyone in the system. Except for one. One person besides me needs to stay out.”
Hurristat and Archaic turned their heads towards Mijzelffan. Mijzelffan tried to deflect some of the pressure, but finally coughed up the truth.
“When I said, I want in, I want in. No more standing on the side and watching.”
Archaic looked hurristat in the eyes and said, very matter-of-factly, “I founded it, bitch.”
Hurristat, resigned to watching, begrudgingly accepted his fate. Bob looked at all three, seeking conclusion, then continued. “Since they've infiltrated the moderating staff, we're gonna need to use the VBfS. It's the only way that you can hunt them down without them knowing. Best of luck.”
And with that, Archaic and Mijzelffan sat down, the last to join the network, and plugged themselves in.