Deep in the heart of the game grid...

All right programs, Master Control needs 5 more "volunteers"
for a game of Quake. Thats you, you, you... hey!" The guard
turned angrily towards his companion who'd slapped his hand
away from the door release to the next cell.

"Not that one. Never that one." he explained shuddering.

The guard peered skeptically at the shadowed figure hunched
inside the cell. "But its just a simple text file!"

"Don't you recognise it? Thats IMBS!"

			***
Inspired by my incredible lack of skill in recognising all
the fanfic acronyms which have been flying around.
					Ross Gilbertson
			***

"Alright, who put WISC in the same holding cell as TOYE?"