Disarray. Chaos. Panic. Fear. Citizens of the dark, rainy city were living under the heavy hand of a shadowy organization called "The System." It seemed to have control of everything. Everywhere they went, if they wanted to shop, read the news, share pictures, or even talk to their friends, citizens were being asked to "Register." Unregistered people were turned away by the millions. They could not shop. They could not communicate, could not travel. They were unknown to "The System." Without registration, they could not live.
With registration came access. Access to everything they wanted, when they wanted, where they wanted it. But with one big caveat. In order to "Register," they had to "Submit."
One fateful day, the clouds over the city broke and the unseen but ever prevalent sunshine broke through to reveal a savior. Standing on the dirty, oil-slicked street was someone they had never seen before. (Ok, some of them had, but those that did pretended they didn't.) His clothes were shining as if they had been washed by "New and Improved! Arm & Hammer Fabricare Laundry Detergent!" He stood there with his hands on his hips, chest puffed out, cape waving in the wind. His name was Bob. But tattooed on Bob's forehead (that he had eBay'd to the highest bidder) was a website address. That address was: www.bugmenot.com.
THE END
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