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The server was "Begotten 3 RP," a dark fantasy world of mud and blood built on Garry's Mod. Watching over it all was Gabs, the admin. A silent specter in the server logs. He rarely spoke, his commands short and direct. "Stop RDM." "Return to your role." His avatar was generic, a default face. A function, not a person.
It began with the sound. In the dead of night, when the in-game fog was thickest, you'd hear it. A faint, wet, bubbling gurgle. Like air escaping through deep water. We called it "server static."
Then came the "Gassy" incidents. A player would be mining, then suddenly spasm. A puff of green particles would erupt from them and they'd drop dead. The kill feed would say: "Player was Gassed by the World." A weird bug, we thought.
But the bugs had a pattern. They happened right before Gabs logged on. The air in tunnels would grow thick and hazy, the bubbling sound louder, echoing like a digesting stomach.
One day, a new player, Leo, got cocky. He'd been breaking rules. An admin message popped up.
Gabs: Stop. Final warning.
Leo typed back: "Or what? You'll gas me, you gassy gabs?"
The server went silent. The ambient sounds ceased. Only the low, wet gurgle remained, now everywhere, vibrating in our skulls.
Leo’s character froze. Not a lag freeze, but a rigid, terrified stance. His model began to bloat. His torso swelled, his face stretched into a silent scream. Green particles churned around him.
In the chat, a new message appeared.
GASSY_GABS: YES.
Leo’s character exploded into a cloud of sickly green gas. The cloud hung in the air, the bubbling sound a deafening rumble of satisfaction.
The gas dissipated. Leo was gone, his name erased from the player list. Permanently.
Now we know. Gabs isn't a person. He's a presence. He is the damp air, the methane bubble, the slow digestion of the world. He is Gassy Gabs. Our server is his stomach, and we are all just waiting, listening to the gurgles, wondering when he'll get hungry again.
It began with the sound. In the dead of night, when the in-game fog was thickest, you'd hear it. A faint, wet, bubbling gurgle. Like air escaping through deep water. We called it "server static."
Then came the "Gassy" incidents. A player would be mining, then suddenly spasm. A puff of green particles would erupt from them and they'd drop dead. The kill feed would say: "Player was Gassed by the World." A weird bug, we thought.
But the bugs had a pattern. They happened right before Gabs logged on. The air in tunnels would grow thick and hazy, the bubbling sound louder, echoing like a digesting stomach.
One day, a new player, Leo, got cocky. He'd been breaking rules. An admin message popped up.
Gabs: Stop. Final warning.
Leo typed back: "Or what? You'll gas me, you gassy gabs?"
The server went silent. The ambient sounds ceased. Only the low, wet gurgle remained, now everywhere, vibrating in our skulls.
Leo’s character froze. Not a lag freeze, but a rigid, terrified stance. His model began to bloat. His torso swelled, his face stretched into a silent scream. Green particles churned around him.
In the chat, a new message appeared.
GASSY_GABS: YES.
Leo’s character exploded into a cloud of sickly green gas. The cloud hung in the air, the bubbling sound a deafening rumble of satisfaction.
The gas dissipated. Leo was gone, his name erased from the player list. Permanently.
Now we know. Gabs isn't a person. He's a presence. He is the damp air, the methane bubble, the slow digestion of the world. He is Gassy Gabs. Our server is his stomach, and we are all just waiting, listening to the gurgles, wondering when he'll get hungry again.