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Many ideas popped into your head when you thought of a way to relax, but you finally decided on just letting go of your social attachments for one night and going for a peaceful, refreshing nighttime swing. That ought to calm your nerves.
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As it turned out, this was just what the doctor ordered. Cool air rushed past your face and sent ripples throughout the fabric of your suit as you flung yourself through the air. There was also something very pleasing and calming about the way that artificial lights of the city reflected off of the lightly armored segments of your suit.
Every now and again, you’d start hopping from rooftop to rooftop, exercising your right to practice your newfound parkour skills. Honestly, you wished that you could record yourself doing this and watch it later. It made you feel like an absolute badass.
As you progressed further into the more heavily populated areas, you’d occasionally get people looking up to point and take pictures of the enigmatic “Spider-Man”. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were gonna get an interview out of you or anything.
You were about to pick up the pace and swing onto another street, when a particular digital billboard caught your attention. It had a bright blue background, with big red letters on the front. And all it said was: <span class="mu-r">“HEY, YOU!”</span>
Weird way to start an ad, but alright.
You turned and started to swing away again, only for the billboard to flicker and power down. The next one nearest to you flickered in a similar fashion and began displaying a nearly identical message. It said: <span class="mu-r">“YEAH, YOU!”</span>
The words became minimized, and right in the center of the screen, was a live video of you hanging off the side of a building.
You stopped dead in your tracks and pointed to yourself in confusion. A filter appeared over the video, portraying your masked face over the body of a braying donkey.
<span class="mu-r">“NO, THE <span class="mu-i">OTHER</span> GUY IN THE GIMP SUIT! WHO ELSE?”</span> the billboard wrote. That earned a laugh from the people below. They probably thought that you were putting on a show. And if you were, then you would’ve liked to be informed beforehand.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright, no need to be a dick about it.”</span> you muttered, before realizing that the person controlling this billboard probably couldn’t hear you. You made an exaggerated shrug, as if to ask them what they wanted from you.
<span class="mu-r">“WANNA CHAT. INTERESTED?”</span> it asked, before pointing a blinking arrow towards the left. You looked in that direction, and found a scattering of digital billboards showing similar arrows. It was almost like one of those time trial stages in the free-roaming rpgs that you played.
You eyed the original billboard dubiously, and you noticed a thin red line extending from the arrows, connecting each and every hijacked billboard and stretching out in every which direction to form a…web.
A multi-eyed smiley face appeared on the billboard and winked at you several times.
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