You Suck at Photoshop - Cat/Sn4tch Fever

SN4TCHBUCKL3R: You created Peopleburg?
You are the maker?
DONNIE HOYLE: Yes.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: W-with the sharing and the caring?
And the man gropling?
How?
DONNIE HOYLE: [SIGH]
Photoshop.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: No I mean all of this, with--
this place.
The 3D and those trees and houses, the music, animation,
the herbalism.
I mean, chatting?
This whole world, man.
DONNIE HOYLE: Photoshop.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: Then what?
DONNIE HOYLE: And some third-party plugins that I
created using Photoshop.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: Photoshop?
Man, I don't understand.
DONNIE HOYLE: Nobody understands.
They never did, but, but now they will.
Now everyone will see that I am number one at Photoshop,
and everyone else is number two.
[BOTH LAUGH]
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: Number two, man.
DONNIE HOYLE: Number two.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: But man, seriously.
Why this place?
Wh-what's with the hugging and the love and shit, man?
DONNIE HOYLE: I don't--
I don't know.
I guess I was just tired of screwing everything up with
real people.
I--
I thought I'd give fake people a try.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: So--
so this is your special place, man?
DONNIE HOYLE: It-- it was.
But something happened.
H-h-hold on.
[LASERGUN ZAPPING]
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: What the eff, man?
How-- how did you do that?
DONNIE HOYLE: L-look, I don't want them to hear this
conversation.
Those donation receptacles are one of their favorite
surveillance tools.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: They-- they who, man?
WTF, man?
You're the maker.
What--
you're starting to freak me out.
DONNIE HOYLE: You should be freaked out.
You sh--
you should be very freaked out.
Something happened and I need your help.
That's why I brought you here.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: But why did you do--
DONNIE HOYLE: Listen, listen.
I don't have much time.
You just gonna have to trust me.
[SIGH]
See this city?
I didn't build it.
They did.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: But what?
DONNIE HOYLE: Shortly after I launched this place, some
crazy geek downloaded the developers' API--
that I also created using Photoshop--
and began messing with things.
Big time.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: What?
DONNIE HOYLE: Do you think I would create spooning?
Weird things started happening.
New rules, new places.
I--
I just wanted a place where people would like me.
But they've got control now.
And they're trying to turn it into some sort of jolly
ass-grabbing joy place.
And if my fears are correct, they don't mean to stop with
Peopleburg.
They're gonna spread this to the rest of the internet.
until it bleeds into other MMOs, until there's no more
killing, man.
No more killing.
No more leveling.
No more glory.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: But why don't you kick them, man?
Dev kick, man.
DONNIE HOYLE: M-my power's waning.
They've limited my profile.
And, uh, they've set my account to expire.
Time is running out for me.
But you--
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: What?
DONNIE HOYLE: You can find out who's behind this.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: Me, man?
DONNIE HOYLE: Y-you can discover their weaknesses.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: What?
I--
DONNIE HOYLE: Their, their Achilles, um, thing that--
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: What?
DONNIE HOYLE: That-- you-- you know, the the small thermal
exhaust port connected directly to the main reactor.
You're our only hope.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: B-shit, man!
Who am I?
I'm no hero.
[BUBBLES POPPING]
DONNIE HOYLE: Aw Jesus!
They found us.
I gotta--
I gotta go.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: No, wait, man.
DONNIE HOYLE: No, you can do it, SN4TCHBUCKL3R.
You must carry on.
Th--this is your mission now.
Change the game.
Find their weakness.
Destroy Peopleburg.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: Wh-where will you go, man?
What--
What will you do?
DONNIE HOYLE: I'm going back to do the only
thing I've ever known.
All right.
Farewell, friend.
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: No.
DONNIE HOYLE: D'oh, Jesus!
I almost forgot.
There's someone in the guild who can't be trusted.
Don't trust the guildie who uses the--
[GIBBERISH]
SN4TCHBUCKL3R: No!
No, man!
(WEEPING) No!
Donnie!
No.

All right.
All right, then.
Let's hug it out, bitches.