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Here is one of our latest transformation stories,  i hope you enjoy it.
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A man simply known as Anon was busy trolling away on Nathan's DA page, this time making wild and ridiculous claims of him being a werejohncandy which of course Nathan wasn't.




Little did he know that Nathan had a rather deadly suprise in store for him. One afternoon when was about to log on, the screen flashed a blood red colour and the words Virus Alert appeared on screen.



"What the hell?" Anon exclaimed.



Then a rather handsome man appeared on the computer screen, that man was none other than Bruce Campbell. He stood there with a superior smirk on his face and his arms folded.



"Hello, i'm Bruce Campbell. And i am infecting your computer with a virus that is coincidentally named after me." Bruce Campbell explained. "This virus is unlike most viruses, as it is absolutely and complete indestructible."



"We'll see about that." Anon retorted.



Anon then tried using his anti virus program but not to no avail as Bruce Campbell just shook his head, he then tried shutting off his computer and restarting it, even pulling the plug out of the socket but nothing worked.



Bruce Campbell just stood there on the screen, smirking at Anon.



"Let's take a look at the sites on your favourites list. Metokur.org? Slapstick Anarchy? Encyclopedia Dramatica? You've gotta be kiding me." Bruce Campbell quipped. "These all suck!"



And with that he clicked his fingers and instantly the names of those sites on the list burst into flames and exploded into a million pieces, at the same time causing the sites themselves to all crash before being totally anhiliated from existance.



"What did you do that for?" Anon exclaimed.



"To teach you a lesson. Not only do you have terrible taste in websites, but you're also a troll who torments my good pal Nathan and makes ridiculous claims of him being a werejohncandy which he isn't. You should know better than to do that to him." He responded.



"But that little retard IS a werejohncandy i swear." Anon retorted, a little frightened.



"No he's not. He's a weregrinch. And you should know not to mess with one online or offline." He responded, smirking.



"So? What's the worst thing you're gonna do? Shoot me with your boomstick?" Anon retorted.



"Oh i've got something much worse in mind." He responded with a semi evil smirk on his face. "I also NOW control all electrical appliances in the house! Get em boys!"



He clicked his fingers and all the electrical appliances entered attack positions, two wires that looked like arms sprouted out of the computer screen and tied Anon to a chair while the toaster fired toast missiles, the stereo blasted musical notes at him, and the tv switched on automatically.



"What the?" He exclaimed.



"This PSA will show you the dangers of trolling and what will happen to you if you don't stop doing it." Bruce Campbell explained.



Anon was all tied up in the chair, sitting there watching as the announcer in the PSA described the scenario. The man in the PSA was a lot like Anon only worse, and he was trolling just like he was - that was until a magic blast of energy came out of the computer screen. The man started changing into a hideous deformed demon-like creature.



"That's what will happen to you if you don't stop your trolling." He told Anon.



"Yeah, right." Anon retorted, sarcastically.



"Oh well...if you're not going to stop trolling, then i'll just have to do this." Bruce Campbell responded.



A blast of supernatural energy came out of his eyes and zapped Anon.



"Hey! What the hell did you that for?" He exclaimed.



Anon then began to double over in pain as he started to mutate, his skin turning a dark greyish colour, his hands becoming larger as his fingernails grew into sharp claws, same with his feet.



"What's happening to me?" He cried.



"The answer is simple. This is your punishment for the trauma you've caused my friend Nathan to suffer." Bruce Campbell responded. "And your metamorphosis is only begining."



Two big red dragon-like wings started to burst out of Anon's back as horns started to grow out of the top of his head, his ears becoming pointed, he felt his teeth with his tongue they were becoming sharp and fang-like, his eyes became slitted and lizard-like..



"No way, I cannot be turning into some freakish demon thing." He cried, his voice sounding deeper and more bestial.



"I'm sorry. There's no use going into denial. You should have stopped your trolling when you had the chance. But you didn't listen." Bruce Campbell responded, smirking once more.



The last part to change was Anon's face as it became ugly, grotesque and quite demon-like, when the transformation was completed he stood there, a grey ugly, deformed demon-like creature.



"Please change me back, i'm sorry. I'm sorry i trolled your friend. I'm so sorry. Pleeeassse turn me back." He begged in his more bestial voice.



"It's too late now. You had the chance. But did you listen? Nooooo....you didn't. Mind you, I like the new you - it's an improvement." Bruce Campbell quipped. "I must be off now."



And with that BC clapped his hands and vanished off the computer screen and back onto the computer screen of his pal Nathan Forester.



As for Anon, he spent the rest of his days as a deformed demon-like creature crawling around in the basement chewing on leftover food scraps - only coming out at night.



Remember, don't mess with Nathan F or Bruce Campbell - or you'll find that the Bruce Campbell Virus is one virus that CANNOT be stopped no matter how hard you try.