The Acolyte and the Internet

When Dark Angle joined the Dark Brotherhood, he was perhaps expecting something more. It wasn't like he wasn't having a good time. The other acolytes had been very good to him, and he made a few good friends at work. Life was okay, he even had internet and he was free to play games online. He had recently moved from Silver to Gold in League of Legends.
It wasn't that. It was just... the whole thing was so damn evasive. The Dark Brotherhood, the magic, the rituals -- he never saw anything that actually worked. It was like, none of it was really there but everyone kept pretending it was. He wrote for a newspaper, he was supposed to know if anything ever really happened. But the way everyone just accepted that it all worked, that it was all real, Dark Angle found himself starting to believe too.
Before the Dark Brotherhood, Dark_ Angle was a gamer. He spent most of his time playing LoL and some RPGs. He was pretty active in the gaming forums and wrote for a weekly on gaming. He used to go by the name Dark_Angel. When he heard the Dark Brotherhood's internal newsletter was recruiting, he couldn't resist signing up. He made a slight typo while filling in his name in the registration form, though, and couldn't get it changed afterwards.
Luckily the newsletter editor had a strange sense of humour and gave him a column just because of his name. It was called, 'A Darker View of Things'. By Dark Angle.
Dark Angle finished his latest blog entry on gaming. As he posted the blog, he couldn't help but wonder that the Brotherhood was very, very strange. They were stubborn to the point of being stupid. Like, how they wouldn't use the internet.
It was not like Hogwarts where technology didn't work. They all had internet. They all had cable. Heck, he'd signed up for the Dark Brotherhood online. But no Dark Brother would ever admit to actually using the internet. "Hah! Internet? Wimp. A True Dark Brother would use magic."
There was a spell for pretty much everything. In theory, you really didn't need the internet. You could use the Conectificus Spell or the Networkas Principle to do anything the internet could do.
Only, none of it ever seemed to work. Dark Angle had yet to meet one Brother who actually made it work. Ironically, no one admitted that. They just accepted that it's something they do (but really didn't), and they didn't need the internet.
Someone had commented on his blog post.
"lel dude, you on sumthing? the new patch is totally b0rken."
Dark Angle knew the guy who commented. It was this guy who worked with him in the Daily Dark Brotherhood.
"How are you online? o.O" Dark Angle commented. He was really confused. This was the first time he'd seen someone from the Brotherhood online. Either that guy really got the spell to work, or he was using the internet like him. "Are you using the spell?"
Dark Angle really hoped he was. He wanted some proof that there really was magic out there and that the whole Brotherhood wasn't an oversized mental asylum.
Pause...
"What spell? :S", came the reply.
"Er... this is Dark Angle. We write for the same newspaper?"
Pause...
"I don't know what you're talking about, man"
“Dude, you're sitting at the cubicle opposite mine. I can see the top of your head.”
The reply was quick: “No you cant.” The head promptly disappeared from view. The owner was clearly crouching.
Dark Angle sat there scratching his head. Right. He clicked on the reply button again, only to find the alert box popping up, "This comment has been removed."
And so had the previous five comments.
“Goddammit."