If this is your first time reading The Lord of the 64Digits, I strongly suggest that you read part one. You can find part one on my last blog.

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<i>By Halibutski and Ludamad</i>

Part Two</center>

The forum was gathered. Many people, including Ludamad, Flashback, Amorphous, and a-dHalib were chatting pleasantly as they waited for Rob to begin the meeting. But Tristan was not there, Ludamad and Flashback had forcefully commanded him to run around the island and gather up the little ciribots who had not heeded the mass PM. Tristan was just returning when he collapsed from his asthma and need for slimfast.

"I'm too weak… I need it in an easier form… Quick, make me a liquid Slimfast!" exclaimed Tristan, as he fell to the ground, his fat rolls spewing around him like a puddle of jelly.

"Slimfast is already liquid, Melee" Said Luda.

"Damn, well, can't you just inject it into me with Rob's heroin needle?" Luda stole Rob's heroin needle and injected Slimfast into Melee with it. Five minutes later Rob found his heroin needle.

"The hell?" He exclaimed, "What is on this thing, lard?" But he did not continue, as a-dHalib was calling at him to resume the meeting. "Oh, yeah." he muttered and went off to continue the meeting, throwing his ruined heroin needle into the ocean as he walked. Little did he know that the needle entered a fish, injecting a strange combination of Slimfast and heroin into it, and making a giant ocean monster who swam off but got itself caught in a boat prop outside of Manhattan.

Rob stood upon the log they seemed to think was large enough to be a stage. He cleared his throat and miraculously produced a microphone, or at least something that looked like a microphone, from the back of his pants. He spoke into it, “Friends, enemies, and everybody in between. We are gathered here at these forums to talk about how the hell we are going to get off this island and how to find Tristan enough Slimfast to last our whole stay here. If we don't find enough slimfast, we may have to preform an amateur stone-age liposuction. But until then, we will have to survive. First off, this aint no democracy, and I own the server that powers this island, so I am the self-elected leader. This mass-PMer will be the symbol of my authority, and only those who hold it will be mods, and have the right to speak. Anybody who speaks without having the mass-PMer will be dubbed a spammer and will be banned. Any questions?â€?

Arcalyth called from the crowd, “I have a question!â€?

“I didn't give you the fucking mass-PMer. You are such a spammer!â€? Rob banned Arcalyth, “Any more questions?â€?

Amorphous raised his hand until Rob gave him the mass-PMer.

“I do not look at gay porn!â€? He exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.â€? Rob replied violently, snatching the mass-PMer from his hands. “Alright, people, we're gonna explode… Err, explore this island, I want two people to join me… I'd choose you, Tristan, but you will need slimfast, so you can't come. How about… Flashback, and Amorphous! Come on, we don't have all day.â€? They began to enter the jungle in the center. Not long after they entered the jungle did they here some strange squealing, and some uttering of meaningless gibberish, and they raced to check it out. A few yards away, they found a n00b entangled in the vines that lined the bottom of the jungle.

“Whoa, look, a n00b!â€? Flashback exclaimed, “Let's pwn it and eat it!â€?

“Haha, you couldn't pwn that n00b, you are too much of a sissy!â€? Replied Rob, who was actually thinking the same.

“Wanna bet? I could pwn that n00b with my eyes closed.â€?

“I dare you.â€? But then the n00b got untangled, and ran off bumping into trees and saying random stuff in n00b-slang.

“Aww, it got away, next time I will totally own it though.â€? Flashback said regretfully.

“Ohh, you got pwnt by a n00b, how do you feel?â€? Amorphous told Flashback.

“STFU N00B.â€? Replied Flashback, and they continued towards the mountain in the center of the island.

To Be Continued.