He waited until the forum's collective discourse reached a place dangerously close to his target idea, and the he posted his carefully crafted trolling message. He was a master of such things, and the post derailed the forum's deliberation, effectively killing for the time being the idea being born.
The assassin made himself a cup of coffee. It was a fun job, and it paid well, but it worried him not knowing who was paying him to do it, and their reasons for doing so. Perhaps... The phone rang. A telemarketer, and an especially bothersome one at that.
By the time the assassin could hang up the phone, he had completely lost his train of thought.
.finis.
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*snicker* now that was an interesting one. And idea assassin forgetting what he was thinking.
This is fantastic!
(Maire)
Of course! That's how you do it; a memetic assassin would need a medium in which to work - and forums are a lot easier than cultures.
Ignore me, it jumpstarted me on something else.
- anonypost by razorsmile, who does not care about black people. Or about making sense for that matter.
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