Arson Meme Novels & Stories

"Yes, if it is arson, it means that we still have hope on solving all of this. There might still be turns left, Cam." ________

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.

The small pan hissed softly as the oil heated, the sharp scent of roughly crushed garlic already filling the kitchen before I realized I was humming. Fuck. A Shakira song. Wildly off-brand for this morning’s mood, which had gone to hell at five twelve a.m. sharp, when Arsen, the technological bastard I’ve called my enemy since we were both fermenting in Mama’s womb, spammed my W******p with fifteen random memes and one AI-generated video of Harry Potter lip-syncing a reggaeton song.

Things are already going down, now he has to witness a blood war too? “Calm down Neal! And lower your voice too. If we have a sane person in this house right now I would say it is him. Augustus is different, not barbaric like anyone here.” Arjun yelled in a low voice at his friend before glancing at the guards. He let out a sigh and thanked god that they still had not noticed them. “Are you saying I’m crazy?” Neal frowned at his friend. Arjun rolled his eyes. “Is that the only thing you get from what I said? No Neal. You are not crazy, more like stupid. Now will you shut up and let me see what’s going on?”.

Ash: Doom OF: Ashy, what? Ash: Oh my fucking god OF: Ashybear Ash: What have you done, Paul OF: ASHYBEAR? OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

Carley “You did that! I almost got sent to juvie because of you!” Arson roars at my twin who just shrugs his shoulder with an unapologetic smirk on his irritating face. When his drink ran out, he made the mistake of going with ‘Truth’ so Uncle Ryder made answer his question. My hands move to touch Arson’s face to keep him in place. “I want to kill him, again,” Arson pants heavily attempting to reign in his fury.