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“Initialize analysis program.”
A few quick clicks later and the program started. The first step was to neutralize any defences the subject might possess. In the real world, that meant complex algorithms contained within the program would neutralize them. In OZ, however, King Kazma found himself being spread wide by strange glyphs. As quickly as they had appeared, they had also left the reigning champion completely vulnerable.
“Now then,”-the hacker said-“Let’s get on to business.”
Since the defeat of Love Machine at his hands, the white furred avatar had been even more popular than before. Saving OZ, the internet and the world brought a legion of adoring fans, hailing the avatar and his anonymous owner as heroes.
Many tried to emulate him, but the similarities were only pixel-deep. Whoever had designed him was good. VERY good. But he didn’t need to know who that was. He only needed to look at the data of the avatar itself.
King Kazma writhed in his bonds, the flow of information running through him and into his captors server.
“No banking accounts, no porn sites… this guy only accesses OZ tournament content and.. an anime website? Geez, who made this, a kid?”
Not that it mattered to him, having the best avatar in OZ was his only goal. Then HE’d be the champion! HE’d get the glory!
“Analysis complete. Dataform extraction complete.”
“Ah, excellent!”- he uttered excitedly, already planning a winning design.
“Don’t worry, little bunny.”- he said to the still-bound avatar-“Your owner won’t even know this happened. At least until I kick his ass in the next tournament, that is”- the hacker laughed at his own threat-“Bye-bye for now!”
As he said his farewell he, almost caringly, clicked twice upon the taut body. Kazma wiggled and grinned.
“What the…?”
The hacker repeated the gesture, getting King Kazma to shiver again. Three more clicks and his computer speakers produced a strange sound. A squeak.
Wide-eyed, he quickly opened the information he had just extracted and scrolled through it.
“… a “Ticklish” mod?... he made his avatar ticklish?... but wh… oh, I am definitely dealing with a kid.”
Suddenly, an idea struck.
“Hmmm, maybe I don’t have to wait for a fight to humiliate you a little, oh great savior!”- he almost couldn’t avoid laughing maniacally-“Just give me a minute, I have a few posts to make.”

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“Come one, come all! The exalted Lulz Machine, hacker extraordinaire, has quite the show for you!”
At first slowly, but steadily increasing in speed, more and more people logged in, trying to get a bit of fun out of the captured hero. Not maliciously, many would state, just for shit and giggles.
The only rule was that avatars were prohibited. Should Lulz Machine detect Kazma’s owner was trying to log in, he had to be able to make the whole spectacle disappear quickly and without a trace.
But, judging from the fact his owner was probably just a kid and that Kazma’s data indicated he lived in Japan, the group needn’t worry very much. They still had a few hours of night-time.
The anonymous users amused themselves by clicking around Kazma’s belly, a few diverting their attention to the neck and others venturing into his jacket, trying to reach his half-exposed armpits. Each and every click had the same reaction: apparent mirth for the bunny.
After a while, Lulz Machine started typing.
“>>only tickling his upperbody
>>ISHYGDDT
he’s more ticklish on his feet btw
I should know, I hacked the ticklishness levels : )”
He barely had time to turn Kazma around before pointers started clicking, dragging and scribbling along the poor bunny’s soles and long toes, even getting between them for maximum damage.

“lol hes not goona have any hitpoints tomorrow!”

“Kawaii usagi desu-ne! =^_^=”

“Can anyone tell me where I can download a tickling mod?”

Under the chattering masses, King Kazma couldn’t stop giggling and laughing, squirming helplessly in his bonds, his strength drained from him by the persistent torment. If software had souls, this might have been considered hellish.
Lulz was pretty amused by the whole situation. For a casual discovery, it sure had brought a bit of fun, though he couldn’t help but plan further.
“Bah, this is getting boring. He always does the same few laughs…… I wonder if I can find a “Begging” mod…”

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Its not like me to use floating restraints or hands for tickling but if there was ever a perfect time for me to use them, its now.

Story written entirely by  Venombahamut

King Kazma and Summer Wars belong to Mamoru Hosoda