Ballantine: "Skelton, don’t worry. Everything will turn out fine."
Recently, Ballantine, who had changed his nickna, exuded considerable confidence as he prepared for this grand endeavor.
I had given Ballantine two major requests. First, to keep my identity as Skelton as secret as possible. In other words, to ensure Skelton didn’t look like Professor. The second was, of course, to secure my role as a forum moderator.
With the restoration of Failnet, the conditions for a moderator election had been established.
VIVA_BOT014: "The forum moderator election will proceed as scheduled."
During the dark days of Failnet’s downti, users had been forced to flock to a governnt-run site called NationNet or StateNet, but those hastily made platforms couldn’t handle Failnet’s enormous traffic.
The governnt’s system required real-na accounts, installation of authorized login certificates, and, even then, the servers frequently crashed, making the internet almost unusable.
It was yet another reminder of how exceptional and thoughtful an operator my role model John Nae-non was.
Naturally, when Failnet was restored, its users erupted in a frenzy of excitent.
On the day of restoration, the forum beca a scene reminiscent of the first invasion of Failnet.
ㅇㅇ "ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Let’s gooo!!"
ㅇㅇ "Hello? Ca from Failnet?"
ㅇㅇ "It’s so cold! My fingers got frostbitten, so I’m typing with my tongue~~~"
ㅇㅇ "Is your forum warm? We’re freezing to death over here!"
DongjinDad: "ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ"
ㅇㅇ "Doing Failnet like penguins, huddling together."
ㅇㅇ "Viva! Aren’t you guys cold?"
ㅇㅇ "ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ We’re back!!!!"
ㅇㅇ "Minus 277 degrees—Let’s gooooooo!!!!!"
…
The once-quiet forum had roared back to life.
It was so active that it was almost impossible to participate in discussions.
However, unlike before, the beggars—the desperate users—were nowhere to be seen. Or perhaps they occasionally popped up but were drowned out by the cheers of genuinely happy users celebrating the restoration of the internet.
Amidst this lively reunion, Ballantine and I steadily advanced the steps necessary to make Skelton the next forum moderator.
Ballantine: "The main variable is this: Will we exclude Failnet users without accounts from voting, or let everyone participate?"
The easier route would be the latter.
If Failnet users could vote, Skelton’s victory was almost guaranteed. Despite their struggles in the cold, Failnet users far outnumber the handful of active forum users.
But neither Ballantine nor I thought it would be that simple.
After all, the moderator system was created specifically to filter out troublemakers migrating from Failnet. It made sense to deny voting rights to Failnet users. So, what plan did Ballantine have?
He had a strategy.
Ballantine: "Back when John Nae-non analyzed the network to connect Viva! Apocalypse! and Failnet, we discovered a large number of spare accounts on the Viva side."
Each Viva! Apocalypse! account has a unique ID, which only becos a legitimate account when linked to the user’s satellite device, the Obelisk. However, lon Musk had created several spare accounts in the system that hadn’t yet been linked to satellite devices.
Ballantine speculated on the reason:
Ballantine: "Take DongtanMom’s intercontinental drone delivery, for example, or the certified shopping sites she used. It seems lon Musk wanted to continue doing business even during the apocalypse. Viva! Apocalypse! was likely part of that plan—to secure a community of doomsday preppers, create a marketplace, and then attract others who hadn’t joined yet."
"If I’m right, lon Musk probably has a large stock of satellite devices at his headquarters."
I had thought similarly.
For a cunning businessman like lon Musk, even an apocalypse would have been an endless opportunity. If the disaster on his space bunker hadn’t occurred, we might be living in a world a hundred tis more controlled by his vision.
Even now, a corner of the forum screen still featured his photo with Bumpy under the caption, "The First Friend of Mutation."
"…"
At any rate, those unsold spare accounts were the ace up our sleeve to secure my moderator position.
Ballantine: "All those accounts have the sa default password: 0000. It’s not difficult. But just because the password is simple doesn’t an the accounts can be activated."
"Viva! Apocalypse! accounts require satellite devices to function. Without them, spare accounts are useless. But if we create virtual satellite devices and link them to the spare accounts? I think we’d see so amazing results."
I wasn’t an expert on systems or accounts—I specialized in killing monsters or beatboxing, not coding.
From what I understood, Ballantine planned to use a program to simulate satellite devices, activate the spare accounts, and use them to cast votes for .
It was a brilliant plan, but I had a concern.
Skelton: "How many of those spare accounts can we use?"
While I was a recognizable figure on the forum and had so supportive users, the numbers weren’t exactly overwhelming.
To be realistic, I doubted I had enough influence to sway the undecided voters, the so-called floating votes.
Sure, broadcasting a live monster hunt might win public support, but that wasn’t an option.
Not with old colleagues like Kang Han-min or Na Hye-in potentially lurking in the forum. Woo Min-hee was fine, though. Honestly.
Even if soone accused Skelton of being Professor, proving it would require more evidence and effort.
Ballantine: "I’m thinking about ten accounts."
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I imdiately typed my response.
Skelton: "That’s not enough."
Ballantine: "Huh? Ten isn’t enough?"
Skelton: "No. It’s insufficient."
Ballantine: "Why? I think you’re quite a likable user, Skelton."
Skelton: "With just ten votes, I won’t stand a chance against people like DongtanMom, M9, or even nuisances like Dies Irae or Berkut."
Ballantine: "Calling Berkut a nuisance is fair, but Dies Irae seems competent. They have leadership qualities."
Skelton: "That’s not the point. We don’t have enough votes!"
Ballantine: "Then how many do you think we need? I’ll match it."
I started calculating.
Including Rebecca, Defender, his sister, Ballantine, and myself…
Skelton: "I think we’ve secured about five votes…"
Ballantine: "No way."
Skelton: "…"
Ballantine: "Please don’t tell those five include and you."
Skelton: "…"
Ballantine: "Do you even know how many users are currently active on the forum?"
Skelton: "How many?"
Ballantine: "According to our data mining, there are about 600 users. Initially, there were around 1,300 nationwide, but many were lost due to interference or raids. Even now, there are probably at least 500 active users."
Skelton: "…Wow."
Ballantine: "This isn’t the ti to say wow! Did you seriously think you could win with five votes? Where does your confidence co from?"
Skelton: "Each one of those votes represents a legendary general! Like Guan Yu or Zhang Fei!"
Ballantine: "But each vote still only counts as one!"
Skelton: "Ah!"
Ballantine: "Fine. Let’s do this. Let’s hack 300 accounts."
Skelton: "…You’re amazing."
Ballantine: "But you’ll owe . Help with the vote manipulation later."
Skelton: "Understood."
We finalized the election strategy.
It felt a bit unethical, but can anyone truly live without scratching their conscience? I entrusted the task to Ballantine, ready to play my part if necessary.
The battle for the armband had begun.
*
"Skelton, why are you suddenly running around in this cold weather?"
I first went to see Rebecca and her daughter.
"Still no contact from the U.S. military?"
"It’s too cold. Maybe when it warms up a bit."
Rebecca's ho was surprisingly well-maintained.
While Rebecca lacked skills in cent work, plumbing, or electrical repairs like , her traditional woodworking skills, honed in the vast forests of Arica and Canada, were a step above mine. She had transford her house into a charmingly rustic, 18th or 19th-century Arican ho.
The fireplace, log walls, and tapestry-style fabrics decorating the walls gave it a distinct warmth.
"Ondol* is nice, though."
(*Note: Ondol refers to traditional Korean underfloor heating.)
I gave her a little unsolicited advice, but Rebecca, being Rebecca, remained unconvinced.
"I don’t like the idea of baking my body like bread."
Regardless, I handed her a heartfelt gift.
"What’s this?"
"Ah, nothing much. I had so free ti this winter and decided to make it."
"Sausage?"
"Yeah."
Sue, yawning, ca down from upstairs.
Apparently, the recent cold weather ant they weren’t on guard duty, leaving them with more free ti than usual.
For Sue, I handed over a juicy canned good I had received earlier from lon Musk.
"Thanks, Skelton."
"No need to thank . Just having you around gives a sense of comfort in one corner of my heart."
"Skelton, you’re acting different than usual."
She was sharp as ever.
Finally, I revealed the real reason for my visit to Rebecca.
"What? Voting? Moderator?"
"Yeah. So, there’s going to be an election for the Korean Forum Moderator. When the ti cos, I’d really appreciate it if you could cast your precious vote for . And while you’re at it, your Arican friends too…"
"Uh, okay."
"If you could persuade them to cast their votes for , it’d really make this a happy end-of-year season for ."
"…You’re talking more than usual, Skelton."
It was the first ti I’d seen Rebecca look at with disdain.
So, this is what that face looks like.
Now I understand Park Sang-min’s struggles.
Politics, it seems, isn’t for the faint-hearted.
Elections require you to completely set aside your pride.
"Please."
"Uh, hmm…"
In any case, I secured Rebecca @.
"…"
Next up was Defender.
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