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|| T.Y.M.E. || Twisted Young Minds Expand || Began July 2, 1994 ||
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Beginnings
Well, i spent quite a bit of time (tyme?) reviewing all the F.U.C.K.
texts about them and their opinions on life, and me and a couple friends
figured that it would be cool if we started out own line of texts, instead of
just waiting for the next text from F.U.C.K. or cDc. Their texts are pretty
cool but they dont review what we like to hear. Like our views on life, on
drugs, on games, on relationships, on fun, on breaking the law, etc, etc. We
are a couple of really demented people, and we wanted to try something new.
So far our little group consists of vYrus (me), Sakima, S0l0mn, Stewart, Teq,
and Punisher. Here's a little bit of background on all of us:
vYrus - I'm kinda bizzare in my own way. I am currently in a relationship with
Teq and it's goin' real well, IMHO. =] My favorite stuff is Pearl Jam,
Nirvana, and Teq. And BBSing. Of course. I make regular LD calls
anywhere and any time on any phone line, so be sure not to let me near
your modem. =] I am real good friends with a select crowd, mostly the
people in T.Y.M.E.
Sakima- He'd pretty cool. And he can throw one helluva party. Speaking of which
there's one this weekend... hehe... anyways, he calls one board in IL
on my modem, but i don't care... he is an avid text reader, and just
recently he has developed an interest in running a BBS so we are plan-
ning on putting one up very soon. Look for it, uTi.
S0l0mn- Man, this guy is WACKED. But hey, we all are! =] Oh, well. He tried
setting up his own board, but it wasn't exactly a realistic thing. He's
still trying to learn his way around boards, but he's gettin' good.
He has totally flipped, but i'm worse then him... i think.
Stewart-Well, this guy is into every acpesct of H/P/V/A/C/C/T/etc. you can
think of. His latest accomplishment was busting into a local Unix,
but neither of us can make any sense... he's great with carding too...
him and his PHONE SEX.... hehe...
Punisher-Is a tweak (get used to this word, i like it). We like to bug him
about masturbation, cause he likes to pretend he's gay. For some damn
reason... anyway, he's also a fuckin' mack. He has tried to do every
fuckin' girl in our neighborhood, and some in his own. Crazy. He wants
to be part of this line because he says he has some 'killer topix' to
write about... hmm... we'll see.
T.Y.M.E. itself came from me and Sakima. We were at a little corner
store called Ranch Market, and we were standing there waiting for something
to happen, and i began quoting a passage from a F.U.C.K. text. He thought it
was pretty good, so i suggested we start our own views and ideas in a text
series. He liked the idea and we spent about and hour and a half searching for
a name. Well, and so becomes T.Y.M.E. Look for our files on any text oriented
board, and you will find us. We can also be reached at our soon-to-be-up BBS,
Under The Influence, or at Total Anarchy, 707-257-7208. Or if you need to con-
tact us seriously, call Exodus BBS at 707-935-6867 and leave EMail to either
vYrus, Sakima, Stewart, S0l0mn, or Teq with any questions. But as soon as uTi
goes up, please call there for any probs with what we write. We'll prolly
tell you to fuck off if you're complaining, but it's nice to hear that someone
is actually reading... Anyway, enjoy the series, and the next phile is written
by Sakima about religion.
vYrus, Head of T.Y.M.E.
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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || #2 by S0l0mn || 07-12-94 ||
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Could'nt Life Be Fun?
=========================
But Noooooooooo you got to have some dumbass parent act like they know what
the fuck life fucking means, and by tyring to teach you thier false idiot
fool knowledge they fuck up our lifes, so that when we have kids we'll fuck
them up to. And people wonder why scoiety is fucked the fucking up how it is
today. And the teachers, what the fuck is this bullshit, they bite the big one
they ream goat anus. They don't know what the fuck thier talking about in the
first place. Why don't they get us a math teacher who knows how to balance
there check book first before they teach us how to do balance ours. Or
a history teacher who knows when the war of 1812 took place. You know they
tell you they've been to college and learned to be a teacher, you know
that what the school board really did was take some homeless bitch stuck her
into some cloths that made it look like she's got a ram rod stuffed up thier
ass gave her a piece of paper that reads "Your a Teacher, don't fuck up"
You know the reason they seem to know that much is that when they go to there
cardboard box at night they sit and read(if they can) the "how to become a
teacher" book. Now don't get me wrong, without school I would'nt be typing on
this computer because i would'nt know how to turn the fucker on. But what I'm
sying is teach us stuff that's going to be used in the world. Like grammer,
you know that they are just teaching you that cause they could'nt think of
anything els to teach. Spelling is important, it's so you won't look like a
dumbass like I do when I type cause I don't know how to spell. But come on,
grammer like your going to be walking down the street and be talking with some
one and say "Oops, that's a prdecate nomnitive and did'nt you mean to use a
predicate hyperbaly" No I don't think so. Basic maths good, but who the fuck
needs geometry, or calculase, unless you become a scientist. One thing though
life would'nt be as half as much fun if sombody was'nt smart and thought of
this stuff to begine with. But the big gripe of school, the teachers with the
stick up thier asss and a dick in there mouth. Get some freindly people who
will smile at you when you say "fuck off cock sucking bitch". Nope
schools not for me, my school would teach you how to get full suction on your
pipe, how to make pipes, how to make the best of your acid trip, how to really
fuck a girl a get the biggest orgasm you stroke. Later
S0l0mn
T.Y.M.E. author
Hope you enjoyed my #2, by the way most of what I write is for a good laphe
and to dream about how things really should be . Don't take me to serously.
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|| Look For T.Y.M.E. On Any Of These Following Boards: ||
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|| Under The Influence....Origin site....(GOF)IND-OUT ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro site....(707)257-7208 ||
|| The Gathering..........Distro site....(ITS)PRI-VITE ||
|| Exodus BBs.............Distro site....(707)935-6867 ||
|| Reality Bites..........Distro site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Last Resort............Distro site....(707)255-1413 ||
|| Zeppelin...............Distro site....(NOT)UP-YET ||
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|| 'Life Is an Illusion, Death a Reality' ||
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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || # X, by (author) || MM/DD/YY ||
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Hey, this is Stewart here, and this TYME is gonna be about computer
fraud and drugs. Now dont go around doing this shit (he he) cause
if you do im not gonna pay bail to get your sorry ass out of jail.
ok, well one time i got this kewl file that generates fake credit card
numbers and used them on a WHOLE bunch of phone sex numberz, and
subscribed to a lot of ld bbs's and stuph....contact me on any of
the Napa boards if you want the cc prog. anyway, if you want to
do computer cc fraud, (hell, who wants to pay for all shit, anyway,
HEHEH) you gotta be careful.
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Part ONE:Fraud
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1) First get a peice of paper out. Write down ALL vital imformation
about the FAKE name you are going to use. NEVER use someone's reel
name, cause that's REALLY fucked up. Make sure you use real ZIP
codes for that area, and a telephone that you dont know. Make up
the address. **(This is really important, one time i was online
with the phone sex operator after entering my number and succeeded,
she asked for my name and i said...."uhh...daveid....george"....
2) Find the target of the fradulent activities....whether its a BBS or
1-800-HOT-SEXX, or home shopping club. (if its HSC, dont order it to
your own house, duh....) Also, dont cheat a huge board, because it is
most likely they have CALLER ID and will call you back and youll be
in deep shit. Make sure youre u screw over a shitty bbs like Crusty
Corpse.....heh....if its a phone sex, stay cool, you dont want to
sound like youre breaking the law..(yes!)
3) Fuckin do it! Call, act REAL normal, dont arise suspicion...if for
some reason they the card is invalid, then say, "Oh, im sorry, ill
have to check my number again later" NEVER HANG UP.
4) Wasnt that just gr8? Now most BBS's there CC access is INSTANT! so
youre garruntteed access....i know, belive me =]
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Part TWO:Drugs
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Ok, now for part two. Drugs are cool. Im not very experienced, not
until this last year i didnt even know what a fuckin bong WAS. Usually
instead of doing illegal drugs i just roll my own smokes with Zig Zags,
but when im influenced....hehehe, i do it. (shutup) Pot is an Ok drug,
but to tell you the truth, id rather smoke tobacco cause i dont like
wastin all my cash and. But i love the feeling you get out of it!
One thing that was really cool i did was !nitrous oxide! This stuph
KICKS ASS. At first you say, "hey, this shit aint workin!, but then
of the sudden it hits you and you just dont have a single care in the
whole goddamn world. our whole body feels like its a sleep, and if
someone decides to hit u in the face, you figure "ohhh well" and VERY
care free.
Now those are the only drugs ive ever tried exept for BANADINE which
never really worked, cause we made it wrong,(vYrus and me) and we
also tried peanut skins, but those were roasted and we didnt know the
things had to be raw. I talked to one of Sakima's friends who does
crank and he told me this:
Crank makes you feel like you have to do something, like those days
you have when you are restless and are full of energy. Once when he
got high, he told me bye the time he was comming down he had cleaned
his whole garage spotless. I know he isnt lyin cause he showed the
shit to me....
uhhhh......vYrus did another drug but Teq might get mad if she doesnt
know.....uhhh...sulpheric...."XXXX" i didnt say it v�r!
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|| Look for T.Y.M.E on any of these following boards: ||
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|| Under the Influence....Origin Site....(GOF)IND-OUT ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro Site....(707)257-7208 ||
|| The Gathering BBS......Distro Site....(ITS)PRI-VATE ||
|| ReaLiTY ByTeS..........Distro Site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Last Resort............Distro Site....(707)255-1413 ||
|| Zeppelin...............Distro Site....(NOT)EVE-NUP!
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|| 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' ||
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|| T.Y.M.E || Twisted Young Minds Expand || #1 by S0l0mn || 07\09\94 ||
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A Fat Bowl and a Good Women
==============================
Shit, well think about it, How many of us out there would prefer to come home
to a fat bowl and a fucken fine tightass chick with tits the size of Canada
and fucken ream the shit out of her? Fuck yea that would rock, if your like
me you probably answered "Fucken yea, me the fucken to!!!!!" But welcome to
REALITY(unless your parents smoke that shit with ya, then cool, invite me over
)Think about it, probably half of US workers come home afer a hard days work
and light up a "J". Or pump there nose full of powder. I say go for it, shit,
let the workers fucken flip out(not on the job, that would be fucked) but
I mean at home. But I have one prob, why can't young adults such as our selfs
FUCKEN COME HOME AND TWEAK JUST LIKE THE REST OF THE U.S.A.. I mean fuck,
does the government really think that they are keeping us from shit we hav'nt
tryed? If they do they need to get the fucken stick out of thier ass and head
out of the ground. If you have sex, cool, personnaly I really enjoy it, when
I really like or love the girl(casual sex is cool to but unsafe even with
a rubber)I always try to use a rubber, but thier have been times were,
I'v gone bareback and got lucky she did'nt have aids, or I did'nt end up
with a kid. And drugs, I like them as a expieriance, not as a escape, to
many fucked up people use drugs for the wrong purposes and fuck it up for
the rest of us. If those people wer'nt so stupid I'd bet that the government
right now would suggest that every person should at least have one "J" a day.
I'll tell ya, if the major government heads sat around at ye ol
negotiation table with a good whore a some kick ass dank, the world would
be a much better place. So the next you come home and your craven a fat bowl
and a good women, snap out of it, it won't happen unless, your folks are
REALLY STUPID. Or you leave and go to a friends house....hehehe...........
S0l0mn
T.Y.M.E. author
p.s. sorry about the spelling
Well hope you enjoyed, I'll be comming out with more so if you liked it, cool
If your a girl sorry, just switch around the words so it seems like a girl
wrote it. If you've got comments call these boards
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|| Look for T.Y.M.E on any of these following boards: ||
========================================================
|| Under The Influence....Origin site...(GOF)IND-IT ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro site...(707)257-7208 ||
|| The Gathering..........Distro site...(ITS)PRI-VITE ||
|| Reality Bites..........Distro site...(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Exodus BBS.............Distro site...(707)935-6867 ||
|| Last Resort............Distro site...(707)255-1413 ||
|| Zepplin................Distro site...(NOT)UP-YET ||
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|| 'Life is an illusion , Death a reality' ||
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|| T.Y.M.E. - Twisted Young Minds Expand || # 5, by SaKiMa || 07/13/94 ||
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D E A T H . . .
Ok people, i have a question for you, what IS death? Is it the end
of EVERYTHING you know? or is it the begginning of something better? It all
depends on your beliefs. Well, I say FUCK THAT! Fuck you beliefs, fuck all
of it! Just let go! if you're going to hell, well, your going to hell.
Might as well open up and recieve it. I ain't condoning nothing here, i'm
just saying, IF YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE, JUST ENJOY IT! If you're going to
heaven, well, your going to heaven. Might as well do the same thing you'd
do if it were hell, just open up and enjoy it. If death is only something
that's gonna bring you back to this crappy place far to many people like to
call earth, then, well then you might as well enjoy life then, cause that's
ALL THERE IS! We're always dead AND alive. It's a fundamental law of the
universe (and YES, there ARE laws that CAN'T be broken by even the most
skilled thief: nature has eyes, she ain't gonna close them for you...),
there is no way to be sure your not just in between lives. What is there to
tell you that your not just in DEATH and DREAMING? What is there to tell you
your in LIFE and AWAKE? Dreaming/Death, Life/Awake, it's all the same thing.
I don't care how you wanna look at it. We're all dead. Whether dead inside,
or dead outside, we are what we are, dead... If you wanna learn what death
really is, you must expeirience it. Death can be the most PAINFULL thing in
the universe, or it can be the most ENJOYABLE. it's up to you to decide
what it is. It's based on your beliefs... You believe in Hell, then, if you
"sin", that's where your gonna go. You believe in heaven and you don't "sin",
well, you'll go to heaven. It's up to your beliefs to decide. We are just a
dream, the dream of a soul. The Soul sleeps, upon it's awakeing (and, in
time it WILL awaken) our world will cease to exist. The end of everything...
...or is it? We will go back to the timeless, and ageless, era before the
birth of our universe. (NOTE: all this is just a storry, used to prove a
point. While this is a belief in certain religions, it is still only a
storry with a lesson hidden in between the lines). We are just dreaming.
Look at our motto: 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality'. We live the
Illusion, so that we don't Die in the Reality. Have you ever thought about
why people fear death like they do? Death is the only inevitable and
unalterable, physical, thing. ALL things must physically die. When/If
someone reaches the state of "immortality", they will not actually be
eternal in the physical, only in the spirit. At the end of our Tyme, the
"immortals" will perish along with everyone else. Perhaps perish isn't the
right word, maybe rather, i should say Die, for to die is, surely, not
to perish, bvut to leave. The Tyme has come fore Death to be embraced,
embraced in all her eternal beauty. Death should be made love to, not
made war to. I am not saying go out there and slice your wrist, or od on
some crappy drug, that would be only to cheat death, to turn Her Power
against Her. When She comes to take you, She will do it kindly and lovingly.
She will not do it painfully unless you fight Her. She will always win in the
End, but if you fight Her, she will only claim you, PAINFULLY. If it is
not your Tyme, Death will fight weakly, Knowing that you will not go with her
this tyme. Then, and only then, will you win the War. The question I ask
here is, is Death really the skeleton and the scythe? or is She a gorgeouse
women with a tight ass pussy and great face and big ass tits? In a form that
is in spirit, showing what she is Inside, no only what She is on the Outside.
I'll bring the old hippie thing back in here "Make love, not war" =]. That's
to death. If I offend anyone with what I said about her being fine above,
I'm only trying to make people see that, both inside and out, Death is beauty.
Not the rot and desolation that so many people believe it to be. When she
offers her embrace, take it, and enjoy it, for it is a release more potent
and, yet, at the same time, more dangeerous, than any drug you've ever come
across in this earthly life. I am not saying wish for death, wish for life,
but don't fear death for what She is, for Death is the way that Life gives
it's love after you toil long within Him. Death is the mate of Life. However,
don't get lost within death and ignore life, for in doing so, Death will
leave you, surely as the sun must rise the next morning, death will leave
you. To ignore the soil, yet expect the pot to grow, is foolish. Don't
make that mistake, lest you be left in limbo for eteernity. Lonely of both
soul and love. I have just told you one of the sacred truths of the universe,
(universal truth, shyah, RIGHT! well, WAKE UP! there ARE a few...) Death
and Life are interlinked, destinies intermatched, surely as your fingers are
attached to your hand. Don't be fooled you can love one, yet loathe the otheer.
It won't work. Embrace Death, and Life will reward you. Live not in the
Illusion, but only Die in the Reality...
Together Forever in Death;
Sakima
NOTE: If you're a girl, change all the "She's" to "He's", and all the
"He's" to "She's". I'm not sexest, and i don't plan on being taken that
way. Also, about the way I explained Death's image, I am not calling
Death a sex toy, I have more respect for Her than that, I am using
the words I used because I know it will get people attention. You see,
in the spirit, what you see is what you get. I'm not trying to be boreing
here, only trying to give Death a break in this world. It reallt is Tyme
for us to greet Heer with open arms...
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|| Look for T.Y.M.E. on any of these following boards. ||
===========================================================
|| Under The Influence....Origin Site....(GOF)IND-OUT! ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro Site....(707)257-7208 ||
|| The Gathering BBS......Distro Site....(ITS)PRI-VATE ||
|| ReaLiTY ByTeS..........Distro Site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Exodus BBS.............Distro Site....(707)935-6867 ||
|| Last Resort............Distro Site....(707)255-1413 ||
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|| 'Life is an Illusion, Death is Reality' ||
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The Tyme to be Alive...
Sure as hell aint right now! everything all fucked to hell! escpecial
-ly all the dipshit dumbasses who think that summer is for school! funk dat!
this life could turn out to be the shittiest in the world cuz of the pricks
who like to fuck it up with their work and stuff... shit like that. major
lameasses... anywayz, this is really cool... life is okay, if you're a snail
who has no brain or something, but if ya got a good woman, a decent amount of
money, plenty of friends, and a good amount of spare time. life can be good.
otherwise, you're fucked cause not having any one of those things can hinder
you seriously... like the money. if you didn't have money, why would you have
a woman? they would dump/ditch/abandon/whatever you cuz you couldn't do any-
thing nice for them! shit, man... and if ya didn't have enough money, what
the hell would you do for fun anywayz? nothing *I* can think of! huh... and if
ya didnt have enuff spare time, you would have a helluva time trying to do
anything that required an extensive amount of tyme.... like sex, for instance.
i am the head of this text line, and s0l0mn has already fucked more chicks
then i have! bullshit! what a crock. not like i'm any hornball looking for
any fuck i can get, but i mean, i dunno if s0l0mn is doing it cuz he had the
chance, or loves them, or what, but still... fuckin' a. Pissing me off even
more is the fact that parents think they can do any fucking thing they want to
you and get the fuck away with it! not quite. mine used to fuck me over, but
shit, i told them off, they wouldn't quit, so i left town a few times. got
them to loosen up, and my life is hella easier. if your parents think they
have got you completely wrapped around their litle finger, prove to them that
they don't. do what i did, if ya have to... i worked, didn't it? heh....
Ah, another reasdon this is the tyme to be alive is the fact that so
many people are understanding you problems and everything else lilke that. i
mean, hell, if ya got the feeling you hate life or ya wanna kill yerself, or
blow something up or destroy something just to vent your anger on it, i say
go ahead, unless it will git you in some serious shit! =] anywayz.. well, i
think i better close this text, cuz i think i'm about to get yelled at by
Teq cause i didn't show up at her house today.... hasta.
vYrus, Head of T.Y.M.E
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DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWS IS FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY
AND IS NOT TO BE DONE. JUST GOOD READING....hehehe
Hacking and Viruses
Hey, Stewart here, and this next issue of mine is about HACKING and
viruses. Hey, I luv hacking...dont you? Im gonna go over all the crap
they dont tell you in most of the anarchy files and sum of the stuff
they do. There are many ways to a successful hack:
1) Find your target. Find out if your gonna hack a TELENET access port,
UNIX, or possibly a local BBS.
---------Hacking a UNIX based or OTHER BIG system----------
Ok, not that i know a lot about these systems, but i know you can find
the info to hack these on Total Anarchy and uTi. Basically, a UNIX or
(there are lots of big systems) is sort of a secret bbs that were
first created to allow students to connect to their local college.
Well, guess what, a friend of mine was using Toneloc(d/l off Total
Anarchy or uTi) and hit about six or sexen HP-X000 systems that are
school connected, or invloved. We know this because all the Napa
School numbers start with a 253-3XXX.....anyway, here's one of the
numbers i can remember off hand:
N U V S D: (707) 253 3811
This system is based on the HELLO format; this system is HARD to hack.
You might have to go trashing by the napa college to get sum passwords
but these should work:
HELLO MGR. TELESUP,PUB MGR PUB
HELLO MGR. HPOFFICE,PUB
HELLO MANAGER. ITF3000,PUB
HELLO FIELD.SUPPORT,PUB MAIL
HELLO MGR. TELESUP,PUB,HPONLY.HP3
Tell me your results through E-Mail at TA or uTi......
--------UNIX---------
Well, vYrus hit a local UNIX system here in Napa, but as soon as we had
the chance to hack it the next day, they had changed the number on us, so
possibly it was a govmt number. Uve probably seen these before but here
are some backdoors and common passwords for a UNIX system. OH YEAH! To
tell if the UNIX system is actuall UNIX, it commonly says login:
root: root
admin: admin
sysadmin: sysadmin
unix: unix
uucp: uucp
rje: rje
guest: guest
demo: demo
daemon: daemon
sysbin: sysbin
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Local BBS's
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Ok, well, first you gotta:
1) Find your target(sound familiar?"
2) Make a sheet of info for the FAKE character you will be
creating. NEVER USE YOUR REEL NAME, DUMBASSES
3) Figure out what your gonna do to the asshole. You dont want
to fuck over a HUGE bbs, because its most likely they have a
caller id system and your busted. The best time of the day to hack
is probably arounf 1 or 2 in the morning.
4) Anyway, uTi has this cool program that can attach a batch file
to any COM file....and is activated by a certain key that u
specify. READ THE DOCS from uTI\i, the program rulez.
5) OR, you could dial 1 800 COLLECT....oops....i mean, you could
go searching through anarchy files to find backdoors for
certaion bbs software. vYrus and I once went over to Exodus BBS
and i gave myself sysop access when PR wasnt looking, and stole
all his passwords and logged on as him later..heheh.....
Shit did we get busted......
6) Ok, you could find a door where you could press CTRL-C, could
send u into a DOS shell. YES! Another way is to make a batch file
that has the command CTTY COM(port) of the guy woth the bbs and that
would send u in his dos if you could run it while online....
hacking rulez...to bad im not an expert but were learning...slowly
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Viruses
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Well, i know of two ways of writing viruses.......well first:
1) You could write a batch file that deltrees his c: drive by
making it do this:
CD\
ECHO Y| DELTREE C:\ > NUL
type FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!
then use a bat2com program and insert it into a game, or some
utility the sysop is bound to try. One good thing is some
pirated game, so the sysop takes it off his board first, then
goes and trys it himself.
This isnt really a virus or trojan, but is fun when all the
information getting deleted gets put into a buffer and takes
up all his memory while he cant see what the hell is happening.
2) uTi and Total Anarchy have a program called IVP. (INSTANT
VIRUS PRODUCTION KIT) This program ROCKS! All you need to do
is edit a config file, whcih specifies what it will be called,
and all the command scripts, and then compile it with the IVP.EXE
file. NO PROB! The thing that is cool, is most bbs's cant detect
these viruses, and each one is differnt. One can make trojans, boot,
file infection, penal infection(just kidding) EXE and Com.....Then
theres a list of command where u can add your own effect like insert an
ANSI file that blinks a picture FUCK OFF! every 10 secs or play machine
gun noises.
3) uTi has live viruses ready to d/l to give to your favorite shit
BBS's like crusty corpse.......hehhehe
-See ya Stewart
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|| ReaLiTY ByTeS..........Distro Site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Last Resort............Distro Site....(707)255-1413 ||
|| Exodus.................Distro Site....(707)935-6867 ||
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Hints For Guys Like Us
========================
O.k. As it seems that us MEN seem to live in a womans world these days. I
thought a few helpful tips that I gathered through various scources might
help us out in this desperat time of femenist invasion.
||-1-: When your girlfriend gets ready in the bathroom for over a hour
be sure to ask her when she comes out "so what are you going to wair tonight?"
||-2-: Don't kick yipping little dogs.......to hard.
||-3-: Learn to unsnap all kinds of bras with one hand.
||-4-: Your girlfriends parents arn't your enemys, your girlfriend is your
enemy and her parents are her allies.
||-5-: Don't overlook church as a place to meet chicks. Girls go there to
look for a nice guy..............they won't suspect a thing.
||-6-: Get a dog, chicks love dogs.
||-7-: Don't forget your girlfriends friends, they often are so jelouse
you might get to fuck them to.
||-8-: Try to always piss outdoors.
||-9-: Don't overlook that rollypolly girl in the corner, she may look ugly
now, but late at night in a dimly lighted bar, a low cut skirt and
a half a dozen beers, she be lookin mighty fine.
||-10-: When, in a few years, your job requiers you to get a secretary,
remeber any bitch can type, but not all of them look good in a short leather
miniskirt
||-11-: Always pick up a hitchhicker that's wearing shot cutoff jeans and a
holter top..............unless it's a man.
||-12-: Never get your nails painted unless your a chick or a transvestite
then go for flaming red.
||-13-: Try to make friendly conversation with a perfect stranger at a
resturant, then when you go to the counter you say "my friends paying for my
lunch" and when she asks who he is, be friendly and wave to your newly aqquird
"friend" he'll waive back caus he's a nice guy and then the lady at the
counter will think he's "Oking" the arrangment.
Later:
S0l0mn
T.Y.M.E. author
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|| Reality Bites..........Distro site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Exodus BBS.............Distro site....(707)935-6867 ||
|| Last Resort............Distro site....(707)255-1413 ||
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BBS Lamerz and Winners
Part 1 - Lamerz
Here is my all time classic list of the biggest fucking lamerz in BBS
history (from my point of view) and a reason as to why they suck so hard.
1) Napalm. He a dipshit cuz he thinks hes a coolass hacker that can bust
any BBS in the area. What a fucking lamer. hehe
2) GreyWolf. ASSHOLE! Thinks he can kiss FrYgUy (Total Anarchy SysOp)'s ass
so he can get SysOp access and lock me out! Not quite, lamer!
3) Hellcat. Greywolf's arch enemy : himself. hehe... LAAAAAMER!!
4) Viper. FrYgUy's brother. thinks he can bust into chat and fuck with
poeples access cause he feels like it. ha. don't even! LAMER!
5) Phoenix Not the Phoenix on TA, but the Pheonix on the FX-Net that wont
shut his fucking hole about Kurt Cobain. Asshole! ASSHOLE!
6) Skywalker MAJOR CUNT. another dude who thinks he can get away with any
damn statement and live. i killed him. hehehahehaehea!!!!
Part 2 - Winners
Here's my list of my favorite people to be around on BBS's....
1) ASCII Express He's cool! he lives in PA and he's coming out for a few
weeks and it's gonna rule! yes!
2) Wolf Sister She's in 3o3 but she's real cool! she like, talked to me
when i said that i wanted to kill myself on DeathNet...
3) Sakima My worst friend for the past 8 years. he's hella cool. he
writes for TYME, too.
4) Stewart uhhh....
nuthing good to say about him... kinda nuetral. =] anywayz, thats all i got,
cuz i'm talking to teq.... look for her issue soon...
dammit, i just feel like rambling away! ascii express is gonna join TYME
soon and he will write cool stuff! yes! beavis, you're a buttmunch. yeah,
yeah, asswipe! heh heh m heh heh ehehehehehehhehhehehe m mmm hehehehehe...
wow.. that was cool... i need something to eat... oh well. i guess i oughta
go.... rasta la fuckin' pasta... buuuuuuuudd.......
v�r�s
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|| Shit Happens...........Distro Site....(7o7)557-7285 ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro Site....(7o7)257-72o8 ||
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DATING FUCKING SUCKS!!
I swear to fucking good chicks are the most absolute fucking pain in
the ass.... i swear... my ex-girlfriend decided to pull a really sick joke
on me about sme shit... here, lemme start over.
Things were going cool until the damn day where she decided to buy me
a card that said 'for the father-to-be'. FUCKIN' A! scared the shit right out
my ass. i started getting a jumpy and from that minute until the day we broke
up i hated her guts for that. and then she says she might REALLY be pregnent..
AFTER i dumped. tough hairy shit, ya wanna guilt trip me, use something a
little more realistic. besides, i told i her i would help her through it, but
i never expected any of that bullshit. and now she never speaks to me. good
fucking riddance. i think anyone who sees her on another board should like,
leave a letter totally flaming her. remember, it's TEQ! Tee Ee Kew. TEQ.
god i want this other chick who lives in my town, but for her sake (and
my own in case i should ever not like her) shall remain nameless... ANYWAYZ..
her sister is cool too... she said that miss X. and me would go good together..
yeah, but unless she ever gets away from her boyfriend (who's making her mis-
erable) then i will never have a chance... who cares... life goes on...
HEHEHE.. if you ever see a chick by the alias CHERRY... then write to
her and tease her about her three foot butt. someone at vintage high (where i
go to school) measured her ass and got three feet! mutherfuker thats a LEETLE
big, wouldnt we say? here, one of us made up a joke last night about cherry..
goes like this:
Q: What do Cherry and a moped have in common?
A: They're both fun to ride until your friends find out...
nyah nyah nysh... i can be as rude a i fucking want and nobody will care...
now... uhhh.. i'm running outta subject matter... about chicks and shit...
man, s0l0mn is so hella lucky... he gets any fucking chick he wants. except
for miss X. that i wanna go out with. if anybody really wants to know, this
X person's Name is kelly. no more then that cuz i dont want her being called
up and bitched at. and if anyone REALLY want to do me a favor, they can take
these phone numbers, call them up and harrass the people on the other end:
(707)252-2965 some bitch i went out with. she has a serioud attitude problem.
ask for darla. hehhehe... anywayz, i'm gonna close up for now, and until next
tYme.. hehe...
v�r�s - T.Y.M.E. Author
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|| ReaLiTY ByTeS..........Distro Site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Exodus BBS.............Distro Site....(707)935-6867 ||
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Many Things
This year I learned that Napa people are hella different from
Sonoma people. If you all don't know, Stewart is kinda weird, but he
seems Okay. He tried to hack my board and I caught his ass, so don't
listen to everything that he says, but parts of what he says is true.
vYrus cannot spell either, right now he is writing the new member li-
st. I tell you that vYrus is most correct in his Lamerz text, even
though he forgot a few people, it wuz pretty much correct. Any of
you wanna be hackers you can suck my Ding Dong, and if any of you fuk
with my board, I will fuking kill your ass. Enough of that stuph.
I am the newest member to T.Y.M.E. and I have to tell you that most
of the members are hella cool, there are only two that I think are
just kinda, how should I put this, well they should be on the lamer
list, and they are Punisher and Stewart, but lately stu has been
pretty cool. Most of the people in T.Y.M.E. listen to Alternative
and Heavy Metal and shit like that, well, I like most of those kinds
of music, but I mainly listen to Rap(not C-Rap) and old rock like
Pink Floyd and shit like that, but I even like a TINY bit of Country
go ahead and laugh. And just to tell you, Other than supporting
T.Y.M.E., Total Anarchy Sux!!
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|| Shit Happens...........Distro Site....(7o7)557-7285 ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro Site....(7o7)257-72o8 ||
|| Zeppelin BBS...........Distro Site....(7o7)XxX-XxxX ||
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W A R
War... Death, Destruction, Hate, Blood, Bombs, Guns,
Explosives, Missles... These are it's instruments, as well as it's price.
Some people reading this now will probably be saying "YES! IT ROCKS!". Well,
does it? Is it really all that cool to have a land that is now simply a red
lake, unswimmable. People say that war is glorious, that it is the ultimate.
The ultimate what? The ultimate thrill? Well, as they said on Point Break,
the ultimate thrill has the ultimate price. Are you willing to give that
price for simple glory? You say "Let's go to war", well, I wanna see you
say that when your old enuf to be drafted and yout namez next on Uncle Sam's
list.
The law of War is the same as the law of the Jungle, "Kill or be
Killed". Are you willing to do that? Are you willing to go out there, on
the red, bloody battlefield to fight for what our congress says is right?
Even if you don't believe it's right, are you willing to follow that law?
Some of you, like S0l0mn, are saying yes, though S0l0mn i think says it
because he thinks it's right to be protecting other people. S0l0mn and I
got into a big debate about war. Originally this was supposed to be about
polotix, but i decided to write about this.
Their are ways to fight for what's "right" without the killing. We
don't have to go out there and kill for land, or to spite a country we
believe to be wrong. I just realized something, what I wrote above might make
it sound like I don't believe we should fight to defend other people. I think
we should, but not for the reasons of 'Nam or the Gulf. 'Nam was fought
simply so that we could spite Russia. There no glory in that war, if there
ever was glory in any war. The Gulf was not fought to free the people in
Kuwait, but simply so that the U.S. wouldn't have to go through the rough
cultural and economic changes of loseing two thirds of our oil supply.
Now tell me, are either of those causes worth the deaths inflicted.
Some of you are saying "but there weren't many deaths in the Gulf", WRONG!
First off, even one death causes enuf pain for me. Death is a fact of life,
it happens to everyone, but the loss of someone becuase he was ordered to do
it is much more painfull than a death of natural causes. Second, there
weren't many deaths to us, but there were many to Iraq. Many people were
killed, and they had no chance at all to defend themselves.
Before I finish writing this paper on war (there will, most likely,
be others) I want to ask all the people to do something. Sit down. Relax
and breathe deeply, try to center yourself and clear your mind. Now,
picture a battlefield. On the battlefield are pools of read and bodies
scattered about, heads blown off, bodies blown apart. Above you plains
fly over you, sending bullets, bombs, and missle down on the solders below,
some of which proabaly don't even believe in the cause their fighting for.
Try and actually hear the screams of the dying in pain. Try and hear the
mind-numbing explosions about you. Hear the screams as bullets pierce the
houses of people who have nothing whatsoever to do with this war. Now, try
and feel the emotional pain and loss that flows, almost as if alive, through
the air. Feel it. Now feel the dust flying against your face, comeing out
of craters blown in the land. Now, feel the loss as people you considered
friends get blown apart, by someone who probably never even saw his face,
never even looked into the eyes of this person killed. Now, try and love
what you're feeling, try and actually feel that it's full of glory. Try and
love what's going on around you, not the goal you propose to be fighting for.
Can you actually love this? If you can, then you can, if you can't, then
you can't. No correct answer here people. I don't judge the poeple that feel
differently. I, personally, can never love this. I will never try, because
I know that I'll never be able to.
One last thing. If we are invaded, I'm not saying do all the
peacefull protest stuff, do you actually think a lot of Nazi solders are gonna
care if you chain yourself to a tree? No, they'll blow you the fuck up. When
the war is in your homeland, fight for it. If you live in the war zone, the
only rule is Kill or be Killed. But don't make a war zone. Don't send the
people out there to fight a war that is based around spite, or material
possesion.
That's all I can think of that I have to say. So, I'll talk to all
you poeple L8r. Oops, one last thing, if you do do the mental war above,
e-mail me on Total Anarchy, Exodus, or uTi (if we ever get the damn phone
line) and tell me what came of it. Cya
Blessed Be
Sakima
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|| Look for T.Y.M.E. on any of these following boards: ||
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|| Under The Influence....Origin Site....(GOF)IND-OUT! ||
|| Total Anarchy..........Distro Site....(707)257-7208 ||
|| The Gathering BBS......Distro Site....(ITS)PRI-VATE ||
|| ReaLiTY ByTeS..........Distro Site....(707)226-XXXX ||
|| Exodus BBS.............Distro Site....(707)935-6867 ||
|| Last Resort............Distro Site....(707)255-1413 ||
|| Zepplin................Distro Site....(707)FUC-KOFF ||
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Money Problems..
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Now who around here really has a kickass computer? not me. i have a little
tandy 1000 that aint werth nuthing except writing texts and running a fair-
ly decent board. i guess. i mean, who can afford the awesome amazing petium
powerhouses that are always being bragged about in ads? only the rich shits
like munchkin. damn bitch. anywayz, i mean, i want a new computer as much
as the next dude, but i cant afford it! and parents these damn days want
you to earn all your own fucking money, and then you kiss their asses and
then clean out the fucking gutters of the house and vaccuum everywhere and
then ya clean your room and your sisters and then the dog shit in the back
yard and the YOU ONLY GET FIVE FUCKING BUCKS! and they wonder why more and
more people are stealing money then when they had this shit going. damn.
i mean, our minimum wage may be 4.75 or whatever and theirs may have been
sixty cents or some bullshit figure, but the inflation has hit the shit in
the stores harder then it hit our paychecks, so we end up having to earn
more for the same thing twenty years later. i mean, say something you want
costs 50 cents then, and 4 bucks now. so inflation hit shit in the stores
by 200%, but say we also earned a dollar an hour then and 5 bucks now. so
that means that our paycheck is now 125% inflated, but that means we have
to work harder if we want the real good shit! get me? i can't believe i
just did math while writing for fun. yeecchhh... anywayz, it still pisses
me off to the point where i'm desperate enuff for money that i would rob
a bank or something. shit.... and to top it all off. i was blamed for
stealing 10 grand from my parents. some people... i swear to fucking god,
people like that need to get brains or lives or something if they want
their kids not to hate them. kids hate them cause for everything that goes
wrong, a kid gets blamed. no shit. moneys missing, my fault. sakima's dad's
printer breaks down, his fault. matrix's grades are dropping, it's another
kids fault. or its part of our everyday life. say..
kid : 'damn! finally got my paycheck for (xx) dollars!! cool! now i
can buy my car!'
parent : 'very good. i'm proud of you, kid.'
kid : 'i'll be back with my car!'
parent : 'okay..'
Three days later the kids gets in an accident, and cant pay for damages
because he already blew his wad on the car itself.
kid : 'dad, can i borrow (xx) dollars to pay for my car getting
fixed?'
parent : 'you know, son, if you didnt blow your money on little petty
things, you might have enough to fix your car.'
it's scenarios like theses THAT PISS ME OFF! stupid fucking adults think
that all kids spend their money on is shit that isnt very worthwhile. like
these magic cards that have become so popular recently. i have a set of my
own. i created a deck that i could play with, and all in all i have spent
only 40 dollars on the entire game, and i have upwards of 600-700 cards.
yet my dad sees the collection, doesn't know about the concept of trading,
and says, 'is that what you've been blowing all your money on?' typical.
well, i think i've rambled enough for my own good, so i'll take off...
rasta la pasta, buuuudd....
v�r�s
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Magic : The Gathering
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Have you seen those little cards that people are freaking over? daaamn..
i have a set of my own, and i writing the previous TYME text, i looked at
the thing and think 'hey, why don't i do one soley on magic?' it works...
I know these few kids who are freaks. One dudes name is Gian (pronounced
'jon') and another is andreas. they're both really cool people but they are
addicted... no, lets say 'OBSESSED' with this game. damn. i saw it for the
first time while i was still a freshman (high school) but now i'm a soph-
more and that game is still going. i play, but i don't collect., and re-
cently i have been collecting just for art. i love the art on these cards.
i don't really care about condition or play value, just whatever looks good
like this one card that power rat is flipping about, it's called Lord of
the Pit, and it's a great card, valuewise, playvaluewise, and astheticlly,
ya know? it has this cool looking red demon type thing on it and he's
hunched over this pit thing and it looks really great. i commend the artist
for he great work. some of the other cards are good, too. like this one
called Eater of the Dead, that looks like a big dog that is represented as
the devil or something... several more like Deathlace and Demonic Tutor
have exceptionally good artwork. i wish i was as good as those...
anyway, it's also a little more expensive then what i can handle. that
bugs me.. baseball cards for maybe less the a buck for 10-15 of them, but
a magic booster is 3 bucks for 15 cards.. a pack of playing cards, 52 cards
total would be maybe 5-6 dollars, magic starter deck with 60 cards and a
rulebook = $8.00.. is this wrong to anyone else? it is to me. it shouldn't
blow every dime a kid has, just his leftover cash, maybe a buck or two.
i've had times where i walk in and i was (get this) TWO CENTS short and
the bitch at the counter wouldn't even spot me. whore.
these cards are cool, but i wouldn't recommend them as an investment...
seems more and more people are quitting... not my problem. i'm selling my
deck and pulling out of the magic business for good.
v�r�s
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Home Sick...
------------
Now who can say that being home sick from school ain't fun? I've been home
the last couple hours, and i'll give you a list of what EXACTLY i did today.
9:00 alarm went off. let the little fucker beep for 25 minutes before shut-
ting it off.
9:25 got up. called my father. "i feel like shit, can i stay home?"
9:30 took shower at fathers request.
9:55 got out of shower, called dad to say i would be home all day.
10:00-11:00 watched music videos on Mtv until i got bored.
11:00 flipped on saturday night live, and watched it for a bit.
11:17 tried to call back some asshle crank caller.
11:30 wandered into my sisters room looking for a set of keys i want that
she has.
11:40 came into my room, read a couple of F.U.C.K.(tm) texts, reread the
T.Y.M.E.'s i wrote a few days ago, and then sat down to write this
one.
so who says it ain't fun to stay home? ME. it's sucks. it's boring. but hey,
ya get outta school, so it's worth the trouble, at least i think.
cutting school is also fun. then you come home and pig out. then you flip
on the computer. then your mom walks in demanding to know why the hell you
are here. whoops. that's happened to me a couple times. except i never get
grounded anymore. when i was 12-13 that used to be my dad's favorite thing
to do, was ground me. i had accumilating weeks stacked one of top of another
so that i was up to 3 months at a time.. dammit. i won't explain about that
right now, i'll do in another text some other tyme... heh. well, anyways, i
think i've bored everyone including myself so i'll take off. i think my next
one will be a little BBS guide for all the beginners... this is gonna be
great. =]
v�r�s
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vYrus' BBS Guide
----------------
Well, this is for all the people that suck at BBSing and have been stupid
enuff to get themselves blacklisted, (you know who i mean, napalm) and i
hope that you all manage to make some sense. It is divided into a couple
of parts, Newusers, Messages, Files, The Sysop, and Etiquette (whatever
that means. =] ). Enjoy..
New Users
---------
Being a new user is easy. If you can meet the Sysop's standard of a new
user. Use at least TWO peices of real info. I would recommend a first name
and a phone number. I know half the 'ELiTE' (god i hate that word) BBSers
would look at me like i belong in Napa State (Hospital) because 'what kind
of fool gives out their phone number?' Well, for one, unless you have the
type of person in your town that can find out every piece of info about you
just by your phone number, give them your data number so it just rings and
rings and rings.. =] Most Sysops want voice validation, that's how we do
it over at äx”dus BBS (707-935-6867 =] ) and anyone who can't prove they're
a real person and not some lamer using multiple handles (which is a no-no
anyway) gets deleted on the spot. So a number and at least a first name
will satisfy most.
Don't bullshit through NUV Infoforms. If you see ANI, and you don't know
what it mean, then say exactly that! You don't know! Don't put some bull-
shit like Assholes Need Intelligence. That can bring down your marks with
the Sysop. Nobody wants smartasses.
Last, don't insult the sysop in new user applications. We saw one dude
log on and leave this message:
hey i hack for -$50 an hour if that isnt good enough then fuck you
Not too appropriate, eh? If you guessed this guy was deleted on the spot,
yer right. Not a letter to impress anyone.
Message Bases
-------------
Anyone who has been BBSing for any amount of time past the lamer 3 months
that most 'Christmas Modemers' last can tell you that message bases can be
the core a of a great BBS. Before i became a sysop of Exodus, i called it
only for messages, and i kept my personal file ratios at a 2:1. Beat that.
More on files later, but message can help ya meet new people, get you new
friends, new enemies, and new information. Before i went into posting on
the FX-Net (also known as the Kurt Cobain-Net) everyone there had an op-
inion on every message posted, so you had to watch yourself. It was later
nicknamed the 'Kurt Cobain-Net' because after he killed himself, the entire
net went up in flames. Quite literally. The whole of every base erupted in
to a flame war. You could read the 'Software Developments' section and some
dude would have written a Kurt Cobain trivia program. Which set off this 1
annoying little mutherfukker, Skywalker. It's lamers like these that
pollute our systems. He had to direct every conversation towards 'Kurt
NoBrain'. Of course, this earned him little respect, and although i never
heard what happened to him, i think he eventually dropped out of the BBS
scene. Haha. What a loser.
But in posting messages, if the software has a quote function, USE IT!
No one will have any fucking clue what you're talking about unless you
quote the person you're replying to anyway. That also helps you stay on
track of whatever subject you are all arguing/talking/discussing about. It
also helps to keep any unwanted lamers from interrupting your train of
thought because without quoting, you wouldn't have any idea what the person
was saying, either. So use it. In most ANSi fullscreen editors it's '/Q',
or just find out what it is.
File Areas
----------
A BBS can also be known for it's extensive fileareas. Boards with CD-ROMs
usually attract the most attention, and it's those kind of boards that most
of the time, the sysop doesn't care about people downloading a lot, or it's
the sysop that complains that people download too much. Hey, if they adver-
tise it, LEECH IT! Hell, don't bother if they complain at you. Tell 'em!
If the ad where you saw the BBS says '1.2+ gigs online!' then hold them to
it. Don't expect a bunch of shit from the sysop for being a leech. If he
wants uploads, upload a .GIF. Make sure that it isn't THAT poorly scanned,
or else he/she/they/it might just go off again. Quality .GIF's can be found
in boards all over. Not mine, though, just text here.
Some boards will also have themes in them. Like Meidivel (sp?) stuff
.GIF's only of just text or whatnot. Maybe even a board devoted to ONE
software company (i.e. Apogee's Support BBS) or it can be a customer
service board. (i.e. USR's Service Board) Any way it goes, each BBS has
it's own blend of files.
Ratios are mantained by many sysops. A 10:1 ratio would mean that for
every ten files you download, you are expected/required to upload one. Some
boards have ul/dl K ratio. K being Kilobytes, aka, file sizes. So a 10:1
ratio in this case would mean for every 10k you download, upload 1k. You
know how it goes.
SysOps
------
Key rule for surviving in a BBS community : don't piss off a Sysop. Most
likely they will have some sort of connection to get you fucked up. Kiss
their ass if you have to, most of 'em love that, especially Power Rat. =]
Treat 'em like they were a normal person, another user you're leaving notes
to. Treat his system like it was your system, nobody likes it if their fave
BBS crashes, and you'll be losing out too. Just because you hate a system,
doesn't mean you destroy it with flame wars or virii or whatnot. Some of
your BEST friends could use the same BBS and would be mad as hell if it
went down. I should know. I would crash Total Anarchy once in awhile so
that it went down for a couple hours, but it was nothing permenent. And
since i was Co-Sys (Co-Sysop) people called me demanding to know what hap-
pened.. so I told them i had no clue. =]
To sum it up : A Sysop is just an user with higher privledges then you.
Pure and Simple. So don't blow it. Like that dude's newuser message, don't
get 'em mad. =]
Etiquette (what's that?)
------------------------
Etiquette is basically how you're supposed to act on a BBS. Like be cool
while writing message, don't be a dick, treat the Sysop like he was your
best bud, and don't do anything that would seriously annoy somebody or
damage the system. I know i prolly already said all that, but i'm bored and
i need to keep writing.. =]
Closing
-------
Guess that's it... enjoy... and if someone you know just got a modem for
their birthday or something, give them this guide. Maybe i will write up
another one for getting through Renegade.. seems to be a popular software.
What the hell. It's the best. =]
v�r�s
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School and your Friends
-----------------------
I know this may sound a little lame to all of you, but i want to write
about school right now. As in, I just switched schools about a month ago,
and the school is way easier. It's got three hour days, i don't have to
get up until 9-9:30 in the morning, class gets out after 1:15, and I don't
have to do ANYTHING in class but fuck around on their computers, and I get
all my highschool credits for it. Sound like a dream? It was for me, until
I pulled down the yearbook for my freshmen year at Vintage.. uhh... well,
reading through it got me thinking. About what i'm missing. The new school
is easy as hell, and it will help me get out of high school THIS YEAR, (as
a sophomore).
But what about my friends? I was reading all the little quotes
and messages and whatnots people left in my yearbook last year, and i'm
thinking "Horizons (name of the new program) sucks! So what if I get it
easy! My friends are all at Vintage! I will be missing out on football
games, dances, all my friends, all the teachers, all the girls... *ahem*
anyway, I mean, this new school is a problem for me, and I don't like how
my life will be going. I get out of highschool this year... and then what?
A JC? Will they accept me? I'm not gonna have enough brainpower to survive
through class meant for people four years older then me. It won't happen.
I guess what i'm trying to say is don't jump at a chance to leave school.
You may be leaving the hassles, the homework, the teachers, the asshole
dean (nobody heard me say that), and the people who want to kick your ass,
but also think of all the people that you will be leaving. Maybe your 1st
girlfriend goes to that school. Maybe your best friend. Maybe a teacher
there is really cool and they're the only one you don't want to leave (very
unlikely). And then the school activites. Senior prom. Dances. The Big Game.
Anything and everything you can think of, you will eventually miss. Hell, I
miss the big chick that runs up and gives me a hug everytime I walk(ed) out
of second period. Hehe..
Don't blow it, people. People respect you, and by leaving them, you're
screwing them over worse then you're screwing yourself over.. Put up with
all of it if you can, but enjoy it at the same time.
Stay in school.
Peace,
v�r�s
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Dreaming..
----------
Okay, I actually remember one of my dreams from last night. But it was
like, really fucked up. All I can remember is wandering around a field with
all the people i've ever known in my life around me, doing what they do
best. Like Stewart was playing his horn for the high school band, and Sakima
had on robes and was holding some kind of book with these wierd symbols all
over it. Crazy. And I was just, AROUND.. not like, mixing with anyone, but I
was just kind of taking a look around, and people weren't seeing me. I was
trying to attract anybody's attention, and there's this vague part about
girls, and another vague part about Power Rat and Rerun coming to get me,
and when i went to spend the weekend there, like I sometimes do, I had to
sleep in a basement type thing and try not to get caught by Rat's parents.
I was running away from my mother (of all people) and I was doing what I do
best in dreams; flying.
I've always been good at flying in dreams, I can do it damn well whenever
I want, and it's gotten easier. So when my mom got too close, I would JUMP
really high, and i would start flying. The only thing I need to work on is
staying up there. I can take off and land real well, but i can't stay up for
more then a little bit. Which sucks, because it's the best feeling, even if
it's only a dream.
I also somehow appeared in another body, of a gangsta, (for some damnodd
reason..) and I was admitting to giving up the gang life. I only remember a
few things about it, as in it was in Ranch Market (of all places), and I was
crying a bit, and I remember the phrase 'XIV' being used by both of us. A
friend was holding on to me, and two guys were kind of interrogating me.
Huh.
The last (and definately most bizaare) part would have to be near the end.
Some people were trying to run me over! It was real dark, and I was running
like my life depended on it (which it was), and a little BMW came peeling
straight towards me. I had no time to get out of the way, so I JUMPED over
the fucker, and landed without a scratch. However, the truck behind it gave
me no time to jump again or move out of the way, so it slammed into me head
on. I was flattened against the front bumper, unable to move, and the driver
was still going. I managed to roll myself off to the side, and then I lied
down, exhausted, when the truck began rolling in reverse. I put my feet up
to catch the tailgate, right before realizing this fucking truck is the same
color as the one Rerun owns...
I woke up.
Dreams are strange...
v�r�s
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On the Road Again...
--------------------
Well, for the past two days, I've been working with my father. Yay. I
have been trying to pay off the phone bill my BBSing likes to rack up. So
here i am, at 5:30 in the morning, freezing my ass off, on the floor of my
grandparents living room, half out of my sleeping bag, and my grandfather
comes in cheerily and says 'Time to get up!'
(Under my breath 'bite me')
'C'mon, you and your father have a big day ahead of you!'
('Yeah, twelve and a half hours of work. Great weekend.')
So he drags my dad out of bed next, and slams out a pot of coffee in about
two minutes. Amazing. The only person I ever saw do it that fast was myself,
when my dad would wake up looking like a bear and smelling like a horse.
BAM. Out came the coffee. But anyway..
Driving to the swim meet (they start VERY early), we almost got lost once,
and then the goddamn idiots at the pool decided to lock the gate so we
couldn't get in and get our shit together. So we wait. I am staring out the
window trying NOT to fall asleep, and Dad falls asleep. SNOOOOOORE... comes
out of the lump of flesh on the seat beside me.
Car drives up. Parks next to us. TAP TAP TAP on the window I go. 'Dad!
Get up! Guys here with the key!' So we get in, set up, and of course the
entire fucking competition doesn't start until an hour afterwards. Bleh.
This world sucks. So here I am, waiting on picky people, fumbling with loose
change some godforesaken lady dropped and blamed it on me, all the while
muttering under my breath 'She ain't worth the trouble, she ain't worth the
trouble...' waiting on some chick that asks us to hang on to two hundred
bucks worth of shit, and then she comes back with two dollars and says 'This
is all my mom would give me. Argh. So i go back and put every little piece
of shit she dragged out BACK on the rack for the next 13 year old with no
tits to grab. (I swear, all these swimmers have NO tits whatsoever <Girls,
not meant to offend, just an observation.>)
So here I am, hanging swimsuits, and this lady comes up and starts yelling
at me. 'I THINK YOU OVERCHARGED MY DAUGHTER ON HER GIFT CERTIFICATE.' Who,
me? Not likely. I avoid helping people like the plague. If i do, i pretend
they have no faces. The old people make me want to puke, the little kids
make me want to pick them up and choke the shit out of them, and the hella
fine (i think there were TWO of these) chicks i tried not to stare at until
they turned around and i could see their butts. (No tits, remember?)
So i direct the whiny old bat to my father, and watch as the (poor? nah.)
man tried to cope with the shit. He totals everything up again, and finds
he DID miscount, and was a whole six cents off. At this, the damn lady takes
her stuff, says, 'oh i'm SOOO sorry. My mistake' and flounces off only to
crash into this skater chick that most likely would have bashed her face in,
except she prolly didn't want to get thrown out.
God. I get to three thirty, suriving on soda and trips to the pisser, and
then as soon as i am SO glad to get the fuck out of there, a bunch of little
six and seven year olds came barreling at the van where all are stuff was
DEMANDED i drag out the t-shirt.
SLAM (the trunk door). 'Fuck you. Come back tomorrow.' Girls go whining
off to thier coach, and fortunatly Dad peels out before the irate muther-
fukker comes back to complain about his crying swimmer who prolly won't
place in her event blah blah blah...
I'm probably gonna catch it from him tomorrow...
So we drive to Grandma and Granddad's house. Takes a half hour. Immediatly
switch cars and drive to see GREAT Grandma who had a stroke recently. So we
sit and talk and i'm happy to leave and then the FATTEST FUCKING MUTT comes
running at me and almost knocks me over. Looked like the fat fuck had
swallowed three cats. Tigers, maybe.
Get back, eat dinner, help Grandaddy set up his new USR14.4 etc. etc, and
he reveals he spent an hour with his computer genius friend trying to get it
to work. Turns out it was his friends fault for not setting up his damned
modem correctly the first time. So i talk Granddad through it, tells him
to tell the other dude, and climb into the shower.
Came back out, and started this text. Great day, huh? I bet tomorrow will
be even better. Mom is recovering from my little sister slumber party. I bet
she'll take her bad mood out on me.
I can't wait until I move out.
Day Two
God damn mutherfukking dingdong shiteatin crockpot of dogshit. I HATE
these weekends! Get up at 5:45 AGAIN. Lay there until dad comes in and flips
on the light. Don't you hate it when parents do that? You can't see with the
light on, so you leave it off and walk easily through the dark, and someone
comes in an turns on the light. Argh. So i get back up to turn on the light,
and i trip over my shoe and slam my face into the computer. Ow. So i get
dressed and step outside to meet with my dick falling off from the cold.
Get in the car. Pull out.
'Did you get the sleeping bag?'
'I thought YOU got the sleeping bag.'
Drive back, get it, waking up Grandad and pissing him off... Yay.
Get to the meet. Set up. Wait on bitchy people until i figure, 'Fuck this'
and walk outside so that i can go to the comic shop and check out more Magic
cards. (I'm back in the game, BTW..) Get back, pretend i haven't bought any-
thing and get dad to spend another twelve bucks on the game. I got chicks
staring at my hair all damn day, and a few commenting. One, the one who
holds everything and buys nothing, comes up and stares me in the eyes for a
full minute, and then walks off laughing. Damn people.
Fine chick with tits (ohmigod one has TITS) comes up and comments on my
hair. (ask power rat about that one.) Another comes up and stares me in the
face for a full minute before walking off laughing. Damn fool.
I am helping a kid figure out with fifty cents plus fifty cents equals,
and this hella fine CHICK WAS MASSIVE KNOCKERS (don't meam to be sexist or
anything, just letting out my thoughts on phosphorous) comes up and wants
to buy a swimsuit. Nice skimpy one, too. So she pulls off her sweatshirt,
revealing the competition swimsuit she has underneath, and one part comes
away from her chest at the same time. Nice View! Damn! So Dad walks up RIGHT
then and wants me to help some whiny old fart bitch who wants to buy a $70
swimsuit with a credit card! Argh. Talk about disappointments...
So I'm helping this old bat and she comes up with this to say:
'WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DON'T CHARGE ME TAX YOU ALREADY CHARGED TAX! (i had
fucked up and had to start over on the calculator) OH WAIT, DO YOU KNOW
WHAT I HAVE A GIFT CERTIFICATE! CAN I USE THIS (without waiting for an
awnser) OH GOOD WELL THEN I WILL USE THIS THEN... WHAT ARE YOU DOING??'
(enter fiction)
'Shutup you stupid bitch! i'm doing this as fast as i can, and with you
nagging me like you're my mother DOESN'T make it any faster!'
(exit fiction)
(enter reality)
'Yes, ma'am,' I mumble, seething underneath. Damn broad starts complaining
and then Dad walks up. (Thank God) 'Can i help with something?'
So he walks me through something i would have already been done with if it
weren't for that naggy whore, and I wander off to take out my frustration
with this cunt on a locker in the locker room.
Got home.. listened to my little sister brag about her new CD player.
Get pissed off. Walk into parents room : 'So how come she gets a new CD
player and you can't get enough to fix mine?'
Stupid little tramp gets a $250 system and my parents are too cheap to
fix mine, which has been broken for six months.
Argh.
I can't wait to move out.
v�r�s
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Computer Illiteracy
-------------------
I swear, you give someone any peice of technological equipment, and they
can have it up and running in all of thirty seconds. That is, anything but
a computer. Give someone a top of line system, with high quality software,
and an instruction manual with a customer service number, and the average
computer illiterate person will flip open the manual after ten minutes and
dial the service line demanding help.
Really pitiful. Actually, it makes me want to scream. I tried teaching
someone the basics of DOS, like the 'dir' command, and he played twenty
questions with me on it's function.
'What does it do?'
'What does this mean?'
'Well, what if i want to do (blah thing)?'
'What are all those little numbers?'
'Why do you want to use this?'
'Why don't you use Windows instead?'
WINDOWS?? AUUGHHHH!!! Of course, this is the only software any computer
illiterate person can use. Little wussy point-and-click. Hell, I go for
our friend DOS. I only learned to use DOS because I thought that it would
annoy people who didn't know how to use it. Hehe.. And it did. So whenever
somebody came over to fuck around on my computer, anyone who was computer
illiterate would ask the same question everytime.
'Do you have Windows?'
(enter fiction)
'FUCK NO. WINDOWS SUCKS! You will never catch me running that piece od
lousy shit!
(exit fiction)
(enter reality)
'No...' i would mumble, flip on the system, and load up whatever game they
want to play. I'm not that rude to people, but you have got to see some of
the scenarios that run through my mind at times. Anything ranging from
killing the person to deleting my harddisk, and also jumping out the window
running down the street and screaming 'BARNEY IS THE DEVIL' while being
completely naked. Don't ask.
Another part of computer illiteracy would have to be the modem...
If someone has an account on an online service, they have an account. If
a computer illiterate person has an account on an online service, they
'have' the service. I.E. :
Person> I have an ID on Prodigy(tm).
Illiterate> Oh! I have Prodigy too!
or..
Person> I have an account on Exodus BBS.
Illiterate> I have Exodus! I have Exodus!
Augh.. hearing things like that from stupid people is irritating as hell. I
was helping Teq (the bitch)'s mom set up her new modem. Turns out the stupid
broad was trying to get the damn thing set up with a PRINTER cable instead
of a modem cable. Arghargharghargh... the world today..
Also, like the illiterates (i'm gonna call them CI's from now on so i
dont have to type as much) say,
'When is that information superhighway going to come out?'
Okay, CI's, a little knowledge lesson for you.
1) It been going for years.
2) It doesn't COME OUT, it goes UP.
3) If you don't know simple things like that, you don't deserve to be
part of the technological revolution. Ha.
How annoying. I guess it must piss off other people, too, but probably me
out of everyone else... and the thing is, when true modemers and internet
types meet these people and shun them for being so stupid, the CI's have no
idea what they did wrong! If you know of an idiot that corresponds to what
I have been describing, pass this little text along. Tell them how they're
fucking up, and get them to change. At least it will be one less CI to worry
about...
'The only thing a CI is good for is
making money off their stupidity.'
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The Tribe
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Trekking through the steamy, lush undergrowth was no easy task for her.
She had been stranded for many days at a time, but never anything like this.
She had been part of a jungle expedition, but the chopper had crashlanded
and everyone but her and the pilot had been killed. The pilot needed some
drastic help, for part of his arm had been torn from the socket. The blood
had been flowing like a river, pooling by his side, his life seeping out of
that one wound.
She had been braving the shrubs with a machete, found in the backseat of
the chopper. Hacking her way through, she busted in on a scene of destruct-
ion. A gathering of huts encircled a large clearing, and in the center were
many tiny little men, hunched over something. One of them stepped away, to
reveal a family in the middle.
Quietly slapping at the mosquito on her neck, she advanced forward, wary
of what would happen if she were caught. Moving to get a better view of the
ritual, she noticed the little child was cowering behind her mother, the
mother was behind the father, and the father and teenage son were standing
bravely side to side. She also noticed a large bloody patch by each of their
throats. Their larynx's had been cut out.
She angled herself yet agai and proceeded to watch in fascination. The man
had been silently begging for their freedom, and his wife had been plucking
nervously at her husbands sleeve.
A whooping began from what seemed to be the village witch doctor, and he
raised a large, serrated knife embalmed with symbols and precious stones.
The balde was curved like a bow, and the entire deadly weapon was pointed
at the small child clutching at her mother. The doctor picked up the child,
mumbled what sounded like 'Hum dee hi ya oh!' and decapitated the child with
one swift stroke. The surprised look on the kids face gave way to a rolling
of the eyes, and then nothing.
She turned back into the bushes, gagging with disgust. She had just wit-
nessed a human life being taken. Sickening. She finished retching, her feeb-
le noises unheard by the whooping crowd of pygmies.
The fifteen-year-old was next. As the blade came flashing towards his mid-
section, he grabbed it, unaware of the sharpness. The blade cut cleanly
through his hand, severing it. He stared in shock, and then stared no more
as his eyes were taken out, one at a time, impaled on the long dagger.
She turned again, breathing deeply so she would not attract attention, for
now the crowd had fallen silent for what the doctor would do next.
The teenager silently screamed as he felt a little stab of pain in his
stomach, and reached down to feel some slippery rope, or some slimy garden
hose or... his own intestines, tumbling through his fingers. He gave way,
and threw up all over the doctor, spraying bile everywhere. The doctor took
no notice, and make three quick strokes with the blade. One took off his
hand, the one holding his innards, the next took away his nose, whereupon
he clutched his face, screaming sliently, and the last removed his head
from his shoulders.
She turned, face burning, eyes streaming, grappling with her stomach,
desperatly trying not to vomit.
The mother. She stepped forward bravely, after what had happned to her
son and daughter, stood there, waiting for death. She closed her eyes and
braced herself, not flinching.
The pygmies stood there until she opened them, and then quickly sliced
her two major arteries. The pulmonary, the femoral, and the jugular vein.
Falling to the ground, blood spraying everywhere like some unnnatural gey-
ser, she writhed, sliently cursing the men who had done this. Her eyes
closed, and her own face was dripping with her body's life, dripping from
her body, dripping to the ground. Dripping everywhere. Dripping off the
tribesmen, who howled and pounded the ground in ecsatcy. The doctor made
some kind of noise, and a large bowl was brought forth.
She sat in the bushes, eyes glued to the scene. The three bodies already
laying on the ground, and the one that was about to be. She saw the man
bring a bowl forward. The father stood there, fists clenched, ready to beat
the crap out of anyone who drew near.
The doctor dropped his dagger of death. and took the bowl with both hands.
The little thing was over two feet long, so he required both hands to keep
from dropping it.
He placed it on the ground, and the woman in the bush could see it was
empty.
Two men grabbed the father and stuck him with a branch sharpened to a
needlepoint. The father collapsed immediatly. She surmised the little hypo-
dermic branch must have had a tranquilizer on it.
The men planted stakes in the ground and tied the father's wrists and
ankle to them. The doctor stepped foward and gently slapped the man,
demanding he wake up. The man stirred, and the bowl was again brought forth.
The doctor laid the bowl above the man's head, and another blade was
brought forth.
It was wickedly sharp, as sharp as the teeth of the devil, and it was
intricatly adorned with symbols and gems, as the last one, but in the hilt
of the blade, there was a fat red ruby, surrounded by a thick wad of purple
stones, unidentifiable to the woman in the bushes. The blade glimmered in
the evening light, even when there was almost no light to see by, with all
the trees up above filtering out a lot of the daylight. It was carried on a
blanket of leaves and roots, and the woman feared to see what would be done
with it.
Just then the sky darkened even further, obscuring much of the ceremony,
but she was still able to see. The doctor raised the blade high above his
head, and began chanting an unprnounceable mantra. He lowered the blade, and
inserted it into the man's clothes, stripping them away from him piece by
piece, so that his bare body lay against the earth. The doctor began his
operation, raising the blade above the man's...
She turned away and heard a howl. The man had no voice, yet she heard the
scream in her ears, in her mind, and in her soul.
She turned back to see the dismembered part laying in the bowl. The man
was panting in exertion, but he was still alive, and he struggled at his
bonds. Blood had been spewing forth, but a small torch had cauterized the
wound, leaving no chance of bleeding to death.
The parts were his fingers, severed one by one, to be burned shut again.
The father was soon without appendeges on his hands. Next, his hands them-
selves. Placed in the bowl, it made for an interesting, yet disgusting
display. One by one, the rest of his body parts were removed and placed in
the bowl, and she stared, unbelieving the man hadn't passed out or died
from shock.
The doctor raised the bloody, dripping blade above the man's heart, chant-
ing again. The man was tied now only by his stomach, since he had no other
parts to be tied. The same two men that had earlier stuck him held him down,
and she watched, holding her mouth shut as the man's pain became part of her
body, His head jerked around and he stared her straight in the eyes. He
screamed his silent scream, and the doctor held his heart up triumphantly,
the lump of flesh still beating away, as the man's chest was cauterized
also.
The last part of him, while he was being burned, was his brain. The blade
sliced relentlessly through his skull, and the man thrashed and pounded
against the earth, his mind and sould were removed through the top of his
head. He howled in unbearable agony, and as the woman turned around, a set
of six little pygmies were behind her. They grinned their evil, black-
toothed grins, and as her head bounced off her shoulders, she saw no more.
(Adapted from a story i wrote in class)
Well, i suppose that would have to be one of the better ones i have
ever written. I guess i might have beenable to make it better, but i
DID write this while in school. =] i also suppose i should have the
dubious distinction of having one of the first T.Y.M.E. Texts to be
over 10k.. =]
I have a few more, and i guess i could write them all up into one,
or i could release the seperatly, into individual texts, cause some
of them are rather big, and some of them are a little dinky...
But almost all of them deal with blood and stuff. So i guess you
can also tell i have a very morbid mind. =] I was copying this text
off a printed copy of the original, and i have the teacher yapping
her yap in the background. so i suppose i shall close, and do me a
favor and send me some email and tell me how you like this text. I
want some opinions from everyone! (well, everyone except SNIPER.
muhahahaha.... =] )
Peace, Love, and Hi to all the other morbid minds... =]
v�r�s
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How Do I Love Thee?
-------------------
How do I love thee, let me count thy ways.
1. I love you sliced and diced, over the bed, but it really doesn't matter, as
long as you're dead.
2. I love you burned and rotten, the maggots eating away at your crushed head,
but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
3. I love you limp and lame, all twisted and maimed, stabbed with a fury of
lead, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
4. I love you dead from asphyxiation, no hope left for recessitation, but it
really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
5. I love you burned at the stake, drowned in a lake, but it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
6. I love you torched and scorched, roasting over an open flame, but who's to
blame, it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
7. I love you torn and ripped, blood flowing as I sip, but it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
8. I love you dismembered in December, gift wrapped and tied to my fender, but
it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
9. I love you dead from acid, burning and blistering, screaming and festering,
but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
10. I love you crying from pain, no life to gain, I love you dying in pain, you
will pay for you vain, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're
dead.
11. I love you tortured and crueled, as I watch and I drool, it really doesn't
matter, as long as you're dead.
12. I love you with an open chest, organs everywhere, but I don't care, it
really doesn't matter, as long as your dead.
I should have killed you when I had the chance, now I would do it
without a glance, I hate you alive, but I love you dead. It doesn't
matter how you die, I will not cry. I will giggle as I see you wiggle
with pain, I will watch you die with no disdain. Enjoying the sight,
it makes my day bright. I will beat you for every lie, knowing that
you must die.
You've already died in my eyes, with which I have cried. You will
remain dead in my memory, and I can still picture you leaving me.
You've died more than one can. In my mind, I think of the ways. I ask
myself, "Why? Why did I let her make me cry?" I won't say I care, I
would not dare, but it really doesn't matter, as long as you're dead.
Dedicated to my ex-girlfriend, whose life is all a big lie.
_____________________________________________________________________________
Adapted from a cDc issue. This little chunk above is perfect for my one
and only love (bullshit), Lesley Wing.
-v�r�s
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"Misery"
by Suicidal Maniac (Adapted from a cDc issue. Sorry guys.)
I sit here
Locked in my room
Confined to myself
I sit here
Feeling at home
Feeling lonely
I think of you
I think of how it was
I think of how it could have been
But it isn't
You tell me there's nothing,
Nothing different.
But I feel it,
It's not true.
4 days ago and it was love
Now it is agony
Misery, it's what I'm used to
Misery, it's how I'm best
Misery, it brings my death
Adapted from a cDc issue. Sorry...
_____________________________________________________________________________
To all that write for cDc-
Guys, sorry to be ripping these off you, but i had to show all the
people around here that read TYME but not cDc how i REALLY feel about
one Miss Lesley Wing (Whittier?).
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When Are You Too Old?
---------------------
Well, last night *I* went out trick-or-treating with about eight or nine
other people. Four of them were TYME members. So we had a bit to talk about,
like who's gonna get their butt in gear and write a couple more texts, who's
going out with who, who's done whatever with who, etc.. It went pretty well,
considering every third door had an old lady in it who just HAD to make the
same comment over and over. "Aren't you guys a little old for this?" Okay,
here, four of us were sixteen, three of us were fifteen, three of us were
fourteen, and one of us was thirteen (which happened to be my little sister,
btw..).
So which ones of us were too old? If any old fart were reading this
file, then he would say prolly everyone. If a teenager willing to have fun
in his/her life, he would say none of us are too old to have fun. Very true.
So why do adults have to even try to cut us off from the things we did when
we were younger? Holy shit, man, two guys who had to be at least 19 were
going around! Sure, they weren't wearing costumes or nuthin, but the looks
on their face plainly said "We just want the candy, go to hell." So we left
them alone.
WE, on the other hand, were al dressed up except for maybe two of us.
Sakima was wearing just solid black, so I don't know if you can call that a
costume or not. Another girl, Shelly, was wearing a flannel. Nothing really
special, but her cousin... oh my god, her COUSIN was wearing this blue dress
type thing and a wig that went to her ankles. Rapunzel I suppose. Twelve
Guage was wearing just a t-shirt and a bunch of face paint. White face,
black eyebrows, black lips. Very original, wouldn't you say?
Matrix was wearing this black robe type thing, he was supposed to be Death
but later that night he removed the mask and wore this headband so he could
just be weird. =] Stewart was wearing an outfit we threw together for him in
about three minutes. It consisted of a black and blonde wig, a hat, and
blood running down his arms and face. We decided he was a cannibal. Hehe..
S0l0mn was this rich dude. Black trench coat, cane, and black fedora. It
looked pretty good, I must admit. Athena was wearing this jester outfit that
she had borrowed from one of my mom's friends. Naturally, my sister went
as the same damned thing. Argh.
The Wretched went as Robin Hood. He was looking okay, but he was making
the absolute WORST jokes I had ever heard. Gz... Sakima's girlfriend went
as a slutty widow. Quote. She called herself a slutty widow, and I couldn't
help busting up.
I went as Dracula. It worked, except that the cape was getting a little
too damn hot for me. Arrrgh,,,
That covers us all, and it was a hell of a night. But still, every other
door was the question: "Aren't you a little old for this?" after we would
yell trickortreat, and pretty soon we got so sick of listening to the damn
adults, soon after we rang the doorbell, all we did was hold out the bags,
waiting for them to dump the cheapshit candy they had bought this year in
the bag.
Another thing that adults always question in age, is if you want to go to
the local park. Now what the hell is wrong with that? Me and the guys would
go there every fucking day during the summer. We still go there. We all live
within several houses of each other, so we just pull up our stuff and take
off for some basketball, or some football, or some running around, or we
just plop down on the grass and talk for a bit. It works... =]
The last thing i want to talk (complain?) about in the age field would
have to be amusement parks. My GOD i hate it there. The ride attendents
will look you up and down, and direct you towards the sign that says "You
must be under this height to ride (suchandsuch) Ride." Of course, being six
feet tall, i can't get in to any goddamn rides except for the ones meant for
the adults. Naturally. They want to heap responsibilities on my ass, I tell
them to shove it up their asses. You're only young once, make the best of
it.
I'm sure trying.
v�r�s
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T.Y.M.E. Awards
---------------
Okay, I decided to be really weird and write up a list of awards for all
the member of the BBS community. Here goes:
Power Rat for having the shortest TYME Issue ever.
vYrus for having the longest TYME Issue (as of now)
Punisher for being a TYME member and not writing a single issue.
Stewart for copying text files and reprinting them as TYME issues.
vYrus for getting the first Internet Email address for TYME.
Sniper/Napalm for being the first person to be blacklisted in Napa.
Aladdin Sane for being cool about my long distance calling and giving me
no ratios.
Murcurochrome for the same.
Timberwulf of Wulf's Den for giving me my access back after not calling for
the longest tyme.
ASCII Express for providing us with the ever faithful Computer Narcotics.
Q-Tak for giving me a list of all the great Colorado boards.
Kano for giving me my FIRST list of Colorado boards. (Half of them were
down.)
Power Rat for introducing me to Renegade.
The Sysop of RMEA for not busting me for uling an old ware.
Black Ice for giving me my access back on the Outworld (when it was up).
Skywalker for being the biggest mutherfukker i ever met.
Sir Smiley for being really cool about helping me with Indy&FOA.
Vect0r 0 for all his hilarious jokes after the football game.
Rerun for being cool about driving 20 minutes to get me almost every
weekend.
Everyone on FXNet that supported me during the Kurt Cobain war.
Bud Man for letting me dl of his CDRom when his board was up.
Comkev for testing out my system.
Vertigo for providing me with the unmetionables. (Not you, Sir Smiley.)
Stewart for keeping his mouth shut when i was doing stuff i wasn't supposed
to.
Teq for being the easiest person to flame.
Matrix for giving up on that lame D&D game.
Twelve Gauge for introducing me to his brother (who got me started in that
Magic game.)
The Wretched for.. well... nevermind.
And whoever created the modem so that we could all have this great
community.
-v�r�s
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Movies
------
Everytime you go to the movies and you go for fun.you learn and
explore and Mac with chicks but that's besides the point.you escape
to new lands and far away places.you live as the main character and
feel all the excitement.you Laugh,cry,wonder,and be afraid of
something that to hours later that wuldn't matter anymore.
why do we escape you ask?Well Life full of shit.Everyone's
"life sux" folder is bigger than anyother folder they have.Life
sux really big(like if you don't know that) and you have certain
escapes and friends to help you past certain things;When its a girl
or parents or something really stupid.My escape you ask? well I go
play Basket Ball and maybe escape to my Hard drive and get lost for
hours designing, building, playing, thinking, writing,
Destroying, planning ,or fixing.
Well Back to the movies. Movies can be very unrealistic
or Very realistic.It culd mean something you and only you understand
or sum1 might and you not.Different little tales of tragedy or
comedy, sadness or happiness, action or adventure or both, may
tell us how to handle our problems or they might not say shit to
you,which is fine becuz most movies don't but the movies that do
really are worth it.Whut do you think?
Movies present feelings of all kinds and toy with yer
imagination.Imagination,you probably haven't heard of that word
since 1st grade but we will always have some spark of imagination
in us to make us wonder,to make us scared,to make us believe.All of
our hopes and dreams,are imagination made for us but as you grow old u
grow apart from yer dreams and yer hopes and you are lost in a world
with nothing but files for the "Life SuX" folder.Childhood sucks
maybe,but growing up sux so much worse.The change from middle
school to high school and has just destroyed parts of me that I
long for again that i can't retrieve but I keep and treasure wut i
have left to take into the world of reality but Every day reality
gets harder and harder and some people bury themself far away for
from reality until they can face it and then they get a nice big
1 gigabyte file for "Life sux" folder.I try to bury myself away but
Reality is to contain to for me.I seen stuff now and learned stuff
and I keep learn and with this knowledge or experience I use to
take on Reality and I learn all i can but No 1,no 1 can beat
reality no matter how hard you try,sure you may think there's a easy
way out known as suicide but still you just dumped yer problems on
others and you lost to reality not beat it.
Well Back to the movies again.Screw it the whole document
ain't about movies is it? I don't know wut its about basicly life
and my point of view on it.If you disagree thats yer opinion and
this is mine.
Life Sux,Blade
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A Pain In The Back
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Can anyone guess what this particular issue is going to be about? Me and
Sakima just recently fucked up both of our backs, and I can say it sure as
hell ain't no picnic. I can hardly move, and you should see him try to walk.
Hehe. It's kind of a bustup, but if you saw how we both got messed, you'd
quit laughing.
I was playing football with Power Rat, Rerun, Vect0r 0, and about 12 other
people who are not members of the BBS community, and this one dude, a friend
of Paco's (Rerun's brother) took me down HARD. I landed on my hip. I think
I must have hit a rock or something cuz I heard a really loud crack. Or
something like that. A few plays later, I was taken down again. Matt (the
guy who nailed me) was running towards me in order to tackle. Ow. I got hit
so badly that I got my spine bent so far over to the side, and I couldn't
walk forever, so now RatBoy thinks it's funny to call me 'Crutches'. Augh.
From what I heard, Sakima fucked his up by participating in wrestling. And
who says that school sports are safe? Not me! I hear he was trying to nail a
guy and take him down, when his opponent took his down backwards and he
landed on his head. Completely compressed his spine, I suppose. So he's out
of it for three weeks (two now) and i'm out of it for maybe 3 or four days
to a week. I'm not that badly hurt, but I have a helluva tyme trying to get
up in the morning.
Speaking of injuries.. i'm gonna tell a little story that i'm sure a lot
of you will laugh at. It takes place in fourth grade, and I'm sure Stewart
knows immediatly what i'm talking about. =]
I was late for school, and it was 'library day', meaning that all library
books could only be checked out and returned on that day. I remember it was
a Thursday, too. So here I am, closing the garage door, and I forgot my book
in the house. Whoops. So I run back in to get it, and it's just setting on
the table next to the door leading to the garage. Well, the front door needs
to be locked every damn day, so I had to run out of the garage before it
slammed shut. And ours doesn't have the springback thing where when some-
thing gets in the way, it goes back up. Nope. So I was running at the door,
and naturally the stupidest thing I could have done I did. I tried sliding
underneath it. Oh, bravo, right? Yeah. It hurts. The thing clamped down on
my right leg so hard it felt like a m'f'in shark was chewing on me. And the
door itself had also managed to snag my side. So I have a gash on my left
side, dripping blood, while i'm screaming the shit outta myself trying to
get someones attention. It took a half of a fucking hour before some bozo
showed up and tried to get me out. So the fire department comes and pries
up the door, and by this time, i'm only half consious.
The rest is a little hazy, but I did have to use crutches for two days.
Yay...
Moral: Don't listen to me while i'm bored in class.
-v�r�s
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I Wish...
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This one is gonna be a list of all the things i wish i could have or
change in this world. Some of it you might not understand, because it's
related to me personally, but bear with me..
I wish I lived alone.
I wish I got paid more.
I wish I had a better computer.
I wish I could spend more tyme with my girlfriend.
I wish my sister would turn off that fucking Nintendo.
I wish she would shutup about me hiding the controllers.
I wish long distance phone calls never cost money.
I wish Anthrax would come out with another album.
I wish S0l0mn would get his ass in gear and teach me electric guitar.
I wish I could play my music as loud as I wanted without anyone bitching.
I wish I had a private phone line.
I wish my board could go up.
I wish this fucking moniter would QUIT CHANGING COLORS! (=])
I wish my modem was faster.
I wish I hadn't just deleted my copy of Telix.
I wish I could sell off all these fuckin Magic Cards(tm).
I wish Power Rat would quit being a dick and stop changing my city/state.
I wish AIS would get it's ass in gear and set up my Internet account.
I wish everything was free.
I wish that if everything was free, I could own it all. (=])
I wish my CD player wasn't busted.
I wish I could find my Anthrax tape.
I wish life was a little bit easier to handle.
I wish people would leave me alone.
I wish more people would submit to T.Y.M.E.
I wish the people from F.U.C.K. didn't view me as such a jerk. (Sorry, guys)
I wish I hadn't blown all my money on Magic cards.
I wish my HD would quit crashing.
I wish that Munchkin was dead.
I wish the same for Teq.
I wish the same for Sniper/Druid Killer/Napalm.
I wish the same for that stupid dog that starts howling at 5:30 in the morn!
I wish life were more interesting.
I wish I could write a text with some meaning to it. =]
-v�r�s
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I wrote this about a month ago, if you like it, cool.
If you don't, I could care less.
hate
----
Do you know what its like to hate?
When its deep in your heart.
Oh, god.
Do you know what its like to have innocence,
the complete and total innicence of a child,
that time when it seems like you can do anything you want,
anything, there are no boundaries to where you can go,
that comfort, that complete and utter trust.
Do you know what its like, to have that ripped away?
Oh, god. If I had one set of ovens in this world,
I know what kind of person I'd eradicate from the face of the planet.
I know hate, I've known hate for a long time, it festers inside,
it grows, it feeds.
My soul is no longer healthy, my soul is now blackened by it.
Tell me if you have had anything taken away from you,
with such force, that no one can be trusted any longer.
I know what its like, I know how it happens, I know what kind of
FUCKING SCUM do that to people.
Remember what I said about the ovens?
I have a very big set of ovens.
And each one of them, has the name of a part of my soul,
my innocence, that has been, ripped, away.
motherfucker
I know what kind of person feeds on you and I.
The mosquitos of the heart are very close.
Can you hear them?
I know I can. I have heard the sound too many times to mistake the taste.
I hope you can tell what it is, for your sake, and for the
sake of your children. I hope you won't be fooled by its treachery.
You may think the coccoon holds a butterfly,
wait until you find out it holds a moth.
I sometimes wish that I could go back and recapture my childhood.
Sometimes, and then I remember, that I did'nt have a childhood.
I don't even have a clue what one is.
"Mother is the name for GOD on the lips and hearts of all children."
I got that from a book I recently bought.
The more I read and understood that book, the more it came
to my attention that everything written in it was true.
Sometimes, you don't know if you are in pain until somebody comes along and
hurts you.
That has happened to me many times. And each time I've wanted to hurt
myself for being so ignorant.
Don't be ignorant to this, learn about it.
I know what its like to lose everything, I've been there before.
Ever tried to commit suicide?
I've been there also. The best advice people could come up with
was 'don't do it'. Thats the best advice you can probablly get
for that. Don't do it.
If I had sex for every day I was truly happy, you would find a virgin.
But still, people keep trying. Children get murdered every day
all over the world. Children get raped and molested every day
in every part of this world. I can't believe how this place
festers and rots in its own unforgivable hate. I see it so often
I think I could drown. I am going to end this now. Please don't be blind to what I have
been so many times before.
Krowe
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Rag Wars
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Well, sometimes i log on to Wulf's Den, a well known Colorado message-only
board. It's an awesome board, carrying three or four different nets. So I
began postong again. It had been a long time since i had logged on, but hey,
what, they hell seyz me, I'll go say hi to some old friends. I left this
message to one 'Mystic Wolf':
hey... remember me? i was on deathnet for a bit.. maybe you don't remember..
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Just to get things started again. And she came back with:
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Date: 10:08 pm Wed Oct 19, 1994 Number : 65 of 103
From: Mystic Wolf Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 64
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> hey... remember me? i was on deathnet for a bit.. maybe you don't remember.
Hey dude, whats up...:) Yeah, I remeber you, it hasn't been that long my
friend. I don't have gray hairs yet...Hehehe...So hows it going? Cyas
Mystic Wolf
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Well, hey, she remembers. Cool, so i'll write her back after i finished
reading the rest of the messages. Lo and behold, because Power Rat had
ul'd all the TYME texts to Narkotik Illusions, some CO people had gotten
ahold of them and were reading them i.e. This message Silent Rain left me:
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Date: 8:46 pm Thu Oct 20, 1994 Number : 68 of 103
From: Silent Rain Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 64
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> hey... remember me? i was on deathnet for a bit.. maybe you don't remember.
Tyme, eh?
Silent Rain
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Well, well, well, a reader. This made for some interesting conversation.
But first, I replied to Wolf Sister.
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Date: 1:42 pm Fri Oct 28, 1994 Number : 76 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Mystic Wolf Refer #: 65
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 2
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
MW> Hey dude, whats up...:) Yeah, I remeber you, it hasn't been that long my
MW> friend. I don't have gray hairs yet...Hehehe...So hows it going? Cyas
it's goin cool... life id better... hows 303? anything interesting?
v�r�s
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Just some friendly chat, not intended to offend or nuthin, but of course, I
need to reply to SR.. and I am always curious as to what kind of responses
the people who read TYME get, so I want to know:
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Date: 1:43 pm Fri Oct 28, 1994 Number : 77 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Silent Rain Refer #: 68
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 2
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
SR> Tyme, eh?
you read them? do you like?
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Now somebody tell me what the problem would be if you read that message.
It's not like i'm asking for a fight or nuthin, I just want to know if he
like's the fucking texts! As always, Mystic Wolf replies:
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Date: 4:17 pm Fri Oct 28, 1994 Number : 78 of 103
From: Mystic Wolf Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 75
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 2
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> it's goin cool... life id better... hows 303? anything interesting?
Everythings swell...just got a job yesterday...Yaaahhoooo...:) Its about
time..I thought I was going crazy there for awhile..as bored as I was.
Working for target now..:) 303??? Well cyas later..:)
Mystic Wolf
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So this is the last message the Wystic Wolf left me. I think maybe cause
those little wars started up.
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Date: 10:00 pm Fri Oct 28, 1994 Number : 79 of 103
From: Silent Rain Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 76
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> you read them? do you like?
Why didn't you just write for F.U.C.K.? They look like a blatent rip.
Some of the topics are good, but some are lame. And your starting file title
is the exact same as F.U.C.K.'s. I dunno. Maybe imitation is the greatest
form of flattery... but maybe it's not.
Silent Rain
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The starting title is NOT the same as F.U.C.K.'s, theirs is 'Where It All
Began' and ours is 'Beginnings'. Do those look the same to anyone else?
And i agree, a few are lame, even a few by me, but I don't care. I write
when i want to write, about what i want to write. It doesn't matter to me,
and my grandmother (eehehhe..) says some of my ramblings are pretty good
and I submit them. So I 'submit' them to T.Y.M.E. good enuff. And yes, i
kind of based the whole line on F.U.C.K., but that was because i admired
their work. Maybe imitation is, but whatever...
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Date: 2:01 am Wed Nov 2, 1994 Number : 84 of 103
From: Disorder Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 76
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
VY>it's goin cool... life id better... hows 303? anything
VY>interesting?
In what aspect? :)
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Uhoh... warning sign. This guy is the "martketing manager" for F.U.C.K...
He advertises and whatever to promote the texts. Great. Just what I need.
Let me make a note here real quick. I wrote a quickie for F.U.C.K. and
submitted it, and I never got an answer. In fact, I got deleted. Thanks,
guys. I suppose you're still insisted I never submitted...
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Date: 2:02 am Wed Nov 2, 1994 Number : 85 of 103
From: Disorder Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 77
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
VY>SR> Tyme, eh?
VY>
VY>you read them? do you like?
I have read them. They get a point across.
ùDisordeR/FúUúCúKù
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Okay, not too bad. At least someone appreciates them... but, I have to
reply to Silent Rain first, and then to Disorder:
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Date: 12:10 pm Thu Nov 3, 1994 Number : 91 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Silent Rain Refer #: 79
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 3
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
SR> Why didn't you just write for F.U.C.K.? They look like a blatent rip.
SR> Some of the topics are good, but some are lame. And your starting file tit
SR> is the exact same as F.U.C.K.'s. I dunno. Maybe imitation is the greatest
SR> form of flattery... but maybe it's not.
because the dudes from F.U.C.K. didnt want any of my submittings, so i figured
they could (word omitted) off, and then i forgot about it for ahwile, and the
we started T.Y.M.E... some people in our area code like TYME a lot better the
FUCK... cause FUCK is too damn serious..
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Quite true. F.U.C.K. topics are too heavy sometimes, and they get a little
stifling. I want humor. =] I need a good laugh now and then. S0l0mn provides
that for us. He's great with it. On to Disorder..
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Date: 12:11 pm Thu Nov 3, 1994 Number : 92 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Disorder Refer #: 84
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Di> VY>it's goin cool... life id better... hows 303? anything
Di> VY>interesting?
the BBSing community.. i noticed a lot of the orgianl FXNet posters have
dropped away.. huh.
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I misquoted. One extra line was the line in which he said 'In what aspect?'
So I am making an observation. Oh well.
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Date: 9:50 pm Thu Nov 3, 1994 Number : 93 of 103
From: Silent Rain Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 91
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> FUCK... cause FUCK is too damn serious..
And too damn good... Who cares about your failure to get a date last
weekend? I don't.
Silent Rain
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Ahem. I did NOT ask for this. All I wanted to know in the beginning was if
he liked them or not, not what he thought of them. That might sound a little
self contridictory, but if you re-read that, you'll understand. And not once
have I mentioned failure of getting a date. What he been smokin?
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Date: 10:46 pm Thu Nov 3, 1994 Number : 95 of 103
From: Disorder Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 91
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
VY>because the dudes from F.U.C.K. didnt want any of my submittings,
VY>so i figured they could (word omitted) off, and then i forgot
VY>about it for ahwile, and the we started T.Y.M.E... some people in
VY>our area code like TYME a lot better the FUCK... cause FUCK is
VY>too damn serious..
Maybe because the editor of FUCK didn't get a single submission from you?
Just maybe that has something to do with it.
ùJericho/FúUúCúKù
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As I mentioned, i DID submit. Hah. Damn fools.
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Date: 12:03 pm Sun Nov 6, 1994 Number : 96 of 103
From: Murcurochrome Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 91
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
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Aha! Murc! This guy is the sysop of Narkotik Illusions, and most of the
time he's pretty cool, but..
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Vy> because the dudes from F.U.C.K. didnt want any of my submittings, so i figu
Vy> they could (word omitted) off, and then i forgot about it for ahwile, and t
Vy> we started T.Y.M.E... some people in our area code like TYME a lot better t
Vy> FUCK... cause FUCK is too damn serious..
Pisha... Have you read ANY of them? Who wants to have intelegent
discussions made by people who can't be serious for a moment? I write
FUCKs, and I'm also quite, excuse the phrase, silly.. So, with what do you
compare?
Murcurochrome.FUCK
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AHEM. Excusa fuckin moi. I have read ALL the FUCK's, and I enjoy some of
them. I don't see any bit of humor except for #26 - Family Trip by fastjack.
That was a bustup... but anyway...
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Date: 12:50 pm Thu Nov 10, 1994 Number : 101 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Silent Rain Refer #: 93
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
SR> And too damn good... Who cares about your failure to get a date last
SR> weekend? I don't.
i don't CARE what you think. i never asked you.
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Da, it may sound contridictory again, but just think about it. After this
post, I never called back. I don't need this shit from these guys. I'll
just stay local.
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Date: 12:51 pm Thu Nov 10, 1994 Number : 102 of 103
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Murcurochrome Refer #: 96
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Mu> Pisha... Have you read ANY of them? Who wants to have intelegent
Mu> discussions made by people who can't be serious for a moment? I write
Mu> FUCKs, and I'm also quite, excuse the phrase, silly.. So, with what do you
Mu> compare?
i've read ALL of them. 1-100. i know you're silly, i liked your two, but
everyone who i showed the FUCK files to around here thought they were too
serious! so i fixed that.. aughh..
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And I did. That was the last message i replied to, and i imagine that there
will be a whole new slough of flames if i log on again. I will keep you
updated.
My point is that just because someone else wants to try something two or
three different groups have already done (cDc and FUCK), doesn't mean they
ought to get yelled at for it. It's not cool at all. These guys take life
and BBSing too seriously. Maybe if someone packed a bowl for them, they'd
chill a bit.
People, keep reading T.Y.M.E., and please don't ever assume that we are
trying to rip people off. It's not even like that. This is meant to be fun,
not a fuckin competition. God help us all in the fact that we ARE too
competitive. People should learn to loosen up...
And to all the guys at FUCK, peace with you and your group, and I hope it
lives long.
-v�r�s
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Rag Wars - Part ][
------------------
Welp, I logged onto Wulf's Den after I finished the other text. Great. Just
as I thought. The one from Disorder kinda got to me. This one:
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Date: 1:53 am Sun Nov 13, 1994 Number : 92 of 101
From: Disorder Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 78
Subj: I wonder... Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
DI>Maybe because the editor of FUCK didn't get a single submission
DI>from you?
DI>
DI>Just maybe that has something to do with it.
I wonder why you didn't respond to this?
I don't want to turn this into a war between text groups, but I really don't
see why you complain that F.U.C.K. is too serious, yet read them each time
they come out. If you have read all 100 you would know that not all of them
are serious. There is a decent amount of humor in a few, rants about various
things that aren't too serious, anthology segments which aren't 'serious'
usually, etc.
Also, if you don't like the fact that the group is too serious, why blatantly
rip the format, header appearance, style, and everything else from it? Is that
your way of saying you like the zine that much(ie: imitation=flattery or
whatever)?
disorder
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Okay, he has a point. I won't argue with this. But to call it a blatent
ripoff? Who else has read FUCK texts? WHO ELSE think TYME is a ripoff of
FUCK? From what I see here in 7o7, TYME is VERY successful. I see no
problems whatsoever with it... but check THIS out:
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Date: 3:57 pm Thu Nov 10, 1994 Number : 87 of 102
From: Black Hawk Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 84
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> i don't CARE what you think. i never asked you.
So what is the point of putting out a text if it has no reason to it?
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Do they really need reasons? You show me the texts that don't have reasons
for being printed, and i'll show you some FUCK texts that don't have
reasons! Car Sniglets, what's the reason for that? Family Trip? Huh?
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Date: 9:37 pm Thu Nov 10, 1994 Number : 89 of 102
From: Silent Rain Base : General Chat
To : Vyrus Refer #: 84
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: 1
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Vy> i don't CARE what you think. i never asked you.
Hohoho. Maybe you should listen to your readers. Have you read the FUCK
file called Originality (#95 - Rage). Maybe you should copy that one too.
Silent Rain
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Fuckin gimp. Who has seen me COPY a FUCK file? I have reprinted ONE file,
and it wasn't even a FUCK text! It was cDc and I gave full credit to the
authors. So there. (pthhbb)
So here is my reply to Silent Rain, with my reply to Disorder right after
it.
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Date: 1:12 pm Fri Nov 18, 1994 Number : 101 of 102
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Silent Rain Refer #: 89
Subj: Re: Hello Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
SR> Hohoho. Maybe you should listen to your readers. Have you read the FU
SR> file called Originality (#95 - Rage). Maybe you should copy that one too.
i HAVE read it, you fool. if you pay any attentiont o messages, i said i've
read them all. and i have not copied ONE fuck text.
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Date: 1:17 pm Fri Nov 18, 1994 Number : 102 of 102
From: Vyrus Base : General Chat
To : Disorder Refer #: 92
Subj: Re: I wonder... Replies: None
Stat: Normal Origin : Local
Di> I don't want to turn this into a war between text groups, but I really don'
Di> see why you complain that F.U.C.K. is too serious, yet read them each time
Di> they come out. If you have read all 100 you would know that not all of them
Di> are serious. There is a decent amount of humor in a few, rants about variou
Di> things that aren't too serious, anthology segments which aren't 'serious'
Di> usually, etc.
okay, let me see if i can explain myself here...
i HAVE read all 100 (i consistantly mention that) and at least 90% are
extremely serious. i am a little more relaxed then that, and i enjoy texts
with alittle more humor. so when i say they're too damn serious, i just said
that out of anger. i love fuck, but i alos like to write for myself. hence,
TYME. and the anothoglogies i try to pass over, and i especially like the
tagline one, so i do know what i'm talkig about.
Di> Also, if you don't like the fact that the group is too serious, why blatant
Di> rip the format, header appearance, style, and everything else from it? Is t
Di> your way of saying you like the zine that much(ie: imitation=flattery or
Di> whatever)?
the people of fuck SHOULD consider it flattery. i do not base the headers and
footers on fuck, i tried to make them as differnet as possible without
actually going overboard. i can change them if you want to sue me for
copyright infringement, but these wars ARE going into another TYME text...
just for the hell of it. i write because i get bored, or i have ideas, or i
want to complain. they're not intended to provoke negetive reactions, just for
people to enjoy. if they don't enjoy them and they don't plan on making a
serious statement then THEY SHOULDN'T READ THE DAMN FILES.
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I am getting really annoyed with these people. If anyone wants to help me
stand up for TYME, please call Wulf's Den at 1-303-699-9853 and argue with
Disorder and Silent Rain and anyone else you see flaming TYME. Tell them
what you think of it, and explain 7o7 people read them always. PLEASE...
-v�r�s
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Parents Can Fuck Off 2
Hey all, though i'd give you taste of someone elses writing besides
vYrus(not that it doesnt kick ass!) Anyway, me, vYrus, and four other chicks
and some dude i just met had a bar b que at the neighborhood earlier today.
Basically this is gonna be about how the kind of SHIT parents can give you.
Ok here's the story:
Ok, i ride homw from school, stop at Kaynar's house(you
havent met him yet) and pick up a mike, and fuck up his computer. I get home
and vYrus is fuckin with the bbs....so we play around with the board for a
while...then Kaynar calls up and WHINES about how he wants me to fix his
computer. so i binary split QEMM 7.5 and Desqview and put it on disk.As
I'm copying, my mom says she wants me to go to church(which i HATE) and I
just kinda go "yeah, ok mom, whatever" and tell her ill go with vYrus tonite.
So vYrus and i ride off to Kaynars and drop off the disks. On the way
we met up with these chicks we know and they invite us to thier BBQ so we
say shure.....but we had to be back by six. WE end up running to Ranch Market
for these chick THREE FUCKING TIMES because they forget to tell us what to
pick up. So i start cooking the food after LIGHTING THE FIRE YESS!!! and then
this girl named kelly grabs the marshmallows and hides the bag between her
tits and syas that we cant have them. great. So we eat hot dogs that taste
like lighter fluid while we get the marshmallows warmed up be kelly's tits,
(which isnt half bad). vYrus hangs out with this chick all nite, shes pretty
cool....and we have a pretty cool time. Then vYrus and i start playin in the
fire. we poured about a quart of lighter fluid on the coals and whooosh. it
was cool. So then its about time to leave after a nite of butt sqeezin(GIRLS,
NAPALM and all the other faggots readin this) and vYrus and i piss the fire
out. I never knew piss smelled SOOOO bad when burned. we walked home.
Then my parents get home and vYrusm me, and some chick are at my house and
my mom comes in and yells" I spent a half hour looking for you and YOU MISSED
YOUTHGROUP!!!!" I think who gives a fuck. I didnt have to go in the first
place. vYrus had planned to spend the night, but my mom was being such a
bitch she took me in the back room and gave me a 10,000 questions about vYrus
because SHE thinks hes all fucked up. "DOES HE SMOKE DOPE?" "DOES HE DRINK
BOOZE" "ARE YYOU GUYS GONNA FIGHT WITH VIPER?" and i just wanna yell at the
top of my lungs "SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BITCH." anyway, viper acts like a jerk
to my mom, and then she changes her mind, then she says he can, and then he
cant, bla bla bla. PARENTS SUCK. And then my dad yells at me, "IF YOU DONT
DO YOUR DISHES IM TAKING AWAY YOUR COMPUTER" great. just what i need in
my life. Anyway, if i seem like im acting like a jerk when you talk with me
on Total Anarchy, sorry, i just got a lot of pressure on my life now.
thank you for listening to me bitch. goodnite.
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A Tribute to F.U.C.K.
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I know when I started up this 'zine/textline/whatever, i neglected to
mention my main influence. F.U.C.K. I had called up Narkotik Illusions
and had heard much about FUCK, but i had only read two issues, and I
only read those because I likes the topics. They were Acronyms and
Sacnning Phun. I loved them. I know I may have said they were too serious,
but Scanning Phun was my kind of shit. And I wanted to write, too. But
what I DIDN'T want was to be rejected. And I didn't want to have to call
LD anymore for the latest updates. So to be on the safe side, I created
TYME with Sakima and S0l0mn. It's been through a lot of changes, like
it was originally only supposed to allow certain people to write, but now
I gladly accept contributions. And all this because of FUCK. Disorder
is a great guy, I enjoy speaking with him on Wulf's Den, and Jericho is
cool also. (They also appear to use the same account??) They both 'work'
for FUCK, and they do a damned good job at it, too. I commend them on
a job well done. And congrats to you guys for making it to #100. Keep
'em rollin out.
Before starting up with Sakima and the others, I had read every FUCK
file produced. And at that time, the most recent was #88 - The Man. And
about 4 or five I skipped, because some of it just wasn't appealing. But
overall, the group is great, and I encourage everyone to read it.
When I got into that little flame war, i didn't stop to think how much
F.U.C.K. HAD done for me. They had shaped my whole idea for TYME, and they
helped me get started, and they provided ideas. But i will hereby state
that i have NEVER copied a FUCK file and released it as my own. I may
write about the same subject, but the writing is entirely my own and in
no way copied from FUCK. I respect them too much to sink that low.
When I say they helped me get started, i don't mean direct contact with
one of the guys there, but they helped by inspiring me and pushing me in
the direction i wanted to head towards the whole time.
The headers and footers may appear to look like FUCK's, but they're not
intended to look like them at ALL. FUCK has a repeating -=-=-= pattern,
whereas we are only =====. We have the 'drab' style. =] Disorder accused
me of many of the thing i am writing about here,and most of this text is
to clear up any confusion between the two.
And so I finish. I apologize for making this so short, but it IS Thanks-
giving, and i am ravenous. Later all.
Greets and Thanks : All the usuals in 7o7, plus Blade this time, and thanks
to Disorder for convincing me to pay my respects to FUCK.
-v�r�s
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This is the beginning of what I'm going to make an ongoing project.
It is the story of a vampire, he is writing a book about his life in the
hopes that someone will read and understand, and be warned. He hopes that
someone will learn the lesson that he has lived. I plan on ulpoading all
chapters, until completion, to TYME.
CHRONICLES
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(inspired by Anne Rice's 'Interview with the Vampire, the vampire chronicles)
Prologue
--------
It all started, well, a few centuries ago. This may sound like the rantings
of a madman, but, what I say is true. It was 1764. I write this manuscript
in hopes that someone, will read and learn about my life. I have not told
anyone about my life, perhaps it is best that you be the first. It wasn't
easy, nor was it by choice, it just,...... happened.
As I said before, it was 1764, Parliament in Britain was attempting to collect
a series of different taxes to ease the debt of the French and Indian war. I
wandered the streets, homeless, a thief, and I knew no friends. The sky had
opened up and wept on the city that night. I was cold and extremely hungry.
The most food I could find was the rats that scurried by, trying desperately
to find a shelter from the torrents of rain. Ever eat rats? I don't
reccomend it. Aside from them trying to bite you while you rip its flesh
from its body with your teeth, and the scratching that caused my face to
reveal blood,...... maybe that was what had attracted her to me that night,
but we are not to that part of the story yet.
I was searching for a place to hide myself from the rain, I happened upon the
cemetery, I passed through it, perhaps for an old tomb to sleep in that night.
But, I found none, besides, the cemetery seemed much more cold and alone than
the world outside of it. As I was walking, I kept feeling the passing of eyes
over me. Like I was being looked upon from far away, but yet so very near.
The statues of saints and angels seemed to be staring at me, weeping for what
was to occur, praying for my blackened soul. I turned around and started to
walk towards the way I came, the cemetery gate seeming much farther than it
was when I entered through it. Walking further, I heard sounds unlike I had
ever heard before, they raced my heart, instilling fear, and making me very
frightened for my life. The feelings grew with every step towards the gate.
I couldn't help the thought of some ghoul or corpse springing from its grave
and snatching my body, carrying me off with them to feed upon my flesh. My
heart started beating so swiftly I was afraid the blood would burst from my
body. And then, something did make me want to run, but back towards the
cemetery.
At the gates of the rotting cemetery, I saw a figure clad in all black,
motionless all except for the wind whipping through its clothes. The
clothing looked of a very wealthy nature, and surprisingly seemed dry and
immune to the rain, compared to my drenched rags. I looked closer and found
that the figure, was a woman. One of the most beautiful women I had ever
seen, more beautiful than any whore I might pay for at any drinking halls,
more beautiful than any goddess, more beautiful than the moonlight, and the
sunrise. I was so taken by the beauty of this woman that I hadn't noticed
that she had moved from where she was to my side, until I felt her voice upon
my ears.
"Hello", she whispered into my ear.
I attempted to scream but it was choked back by overwhelming fear.
"Don't be frightened of me," she said, "I've come to fulfil all your wishes
and dreams."
Her voice was like the laughing of new born infants. She smelled of the
finest perfume. And her eyes reminded me of the bluest crystal.
She laid me down upon a grave, the wet ground sent a chill up my back, but
somehow it did'nt matter to me.
"Have you ever made love to a woman?", she asked.
"Yes", was my half choked reply.
"No," she replied sharply, but still retaining the sweet tone of a million
angels, "Have you ever made love to a real woman, not one of those bundles
of flesh and sweat you pay for at whorehouses. I'm speaking of a real woman,
who entices you, one who beckons to your heart, who pulls at your soul with
fear and instills submission. But still you are attracted to her like a child
to its mother."
"I suppose not.", I said to her, still attempting to break free of the spell
she cast upon me with her eyes. But still I wanted to be with her. To taste
her voice, to feel her skin.
"Well then.", she whispered to me. She smiled sweetly and then we proceeded
to kiss.
The kiss was like no other I have ever tasted. Awash in euphoria, succumbed
by ecstasy. More pleasurable than the new fallen snow, more sastisfying than
any amount of sexual pleasure.
Then the taste turned sour, the thrill gone and shattered, replaced only by
pain, cold, bitter, and unforgivable pain. I then realized that she was
biting into my flesh. I tasted my own blood trickling down my throat, mixing
with the agony and suffering I was enduring. Frantically I tried to shove her
away, but she did not move.
No, I was not going to let this happen, the thought raced through my minder
quicker than the breeze that chilled my skin. Somehow I found the strength
to react, and crushed my teeth into her tongue. I tasted her blood flowing
from her mouth into mine, mixing with my soul, damning me to eternity. She
broke away with a shriek, the voice of the angel was now gone, instead replace
by the howling of demons. She shrieked at the fact that I had raped her as
she tried to do to me. As quickly as Iooked up, she was gone. The lonely
sound of the night crept in around me. Everything was silent, except for the
sound of the rain, and the accelerated beating of my own heart. I lay on the
grave, sill tasting her death, and her regretless soul. If she possessed one.
Like a disease, I felt colder, my heart started to slow and the pain started
to increase. I screamed out into the night, the pain so intense I prayed for
death.
Maybe I should have let her kill me, for I knew not the magnitude of suffering
the centuries would carry. I now wish I would have submitted, for now, all is
lost, and the memories return.
This is the end of the prologue, please write me and tell me what you think.
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This text is the first chapter after the text, Chronicles: Prologue.
This is the story of a vampire who is writing this book in order to inform,
and warn mortals of others of his kind. The story is set in 1764,
before the New England colonies became what we know now
as the United States. The story begins after the French and Indian war.
Our friend had been abducted the night before by a powerful vampire.
She tried to kill him but did not succeed. The story continues now with
Chapter I.
Previous text: Chronicles, Prologue
CHRONICLES
Chapter I: Beginning
I remember, I remember, I remember,... nothing. She left me
here, she left me here to die. Oh, god. When will the pain
stop. But it doesn't, the pain increases. Oh shit, I thought,
I'm going to die. I felt my soul slipping away forever into the
darkness of the night. I'm lost, lost in my own pain, and I
can't find the way back from where I came. Finally, the pain too
intense, I passed out amongst the tombstones, and the eternally
resting. From that moment on, I was damned to hell.
I remember waking up, I believe it was a few hours later,
the sun began to creep over the eastern hills. Blessing the day
with warmth and light. Warmth and light I was now not worthy to
be a part of. I felt parts of my body burning. I looked down at
where the sun was striking my skin and noticed that parts of my
skin were starting to burn. I quickly ran out of the sunlight
and into an open tomb. The burning sensation still lingering in
my flesh. I stayed there, in that smelly old tomb, lying upon a
cold, stone coffin, pondering what had just happened. It was
insane, suddenly I just started burning. There were no fires
around, and I didn't notice anyone near me. Although the only
parts of my body that felt as if they were burning, was the areas
of my skin that were in the sunlight. I thought back to the
events of the night before. For some reason I could vaguely
remember any nights before that.
I started to panic. I was shaking and sweating
heavily. And I wanted to scream, but could not. I laid there,
futilely telling myself that everything will be alright,
everything will be alright. No, everything is not alright.
What happened last night?!? Why can't I remember anything?!?
Why the fuck am I laying in a tomb?!? I kept asking myself such
questions but strangely enough got no answers.
I became drowsy and fell asleep. Waking up, I found that it
was night. It was also raining much harder than the night before. I also remember that I had no dreams. I walked out of
the cemetery, and into town. I walked into the colonial taverne
and ordered a drink. The stench of alcohol was overwhelming, I
looked around and saw old friends who had now forgotten who I
was. People looked as they should, but, didn't. The walls
seemed to move but stayed the same. Not wanting to draw
attention to myself I said nothing and acted as if everything
were normal. I have went to this taverne every night since I was
twelve years-old, and for some reason that I did not know, everything
and everybody seemed so different, but yet stayed the same. I am
not able to describe it in more detail. The bartender brought me
my drink, I looked around again, as if in a dream, and tipped my
glass back. I spit it out onto the floor. The taste so
disgusting and the smell so putrid, it made my stomach turn.
This is my favorite drink! But something made me spew it out
onto the floor as if it were swill.
"What are you coming in here for sir!?!", roared the
bartender, "If you are just going to spew out my liquor as if it
were horse piss!?!"
"Well perhaps if you didn't get your liquor from the urine
of your horses sir, I might not be forced to spew it out." I shot
back.
The bartender staring at me in disbelief, punched me in
the face. I didn't feel the pain, nor the blow itself. The
bartender then hunched over and started howling in pain,
clutching his hand to his body.
"Get the hell out of my taverne!" He screamed at me.
Some of the other bar patrons around me started to move
towards me with their pistols and daggers quite clear enough for
me to see. I ran past them, knocking over whoever happened to be
in my path. They proceeded to chase after me, but only followed
me a few blocks until they gave up their pursuit. I ran out into
an alleyway and sat down amongst the mud and rain. The taste of the
liquor still lingering in my mouth. I looked to my left and
noticed three poorly clothed old men with liquor
bottles in each of their hands. I studied them more and more,
and a sick thirst darkened my mind. An appetite I had never
known before. I realized that I desired their blood.
I walked over to one of them.
"Hello sir!", I said with a joyous tone in my voice, "Nice
weather wouldn't you say?"
The old man looked back up at me as if I were insane.
"What in blazes are you talking about young man?", he said,
"Its pouring rain!"
I couldn't argue with him on that point. Stupid question.
"How true, sir.", I said back to him, trying to maintain my
joyous voice, "But still, shouldn't we give thanks for all that
we have?"
He shifted around so he could get a better look at me.
"Are you tipsy young man?", he said, "What makes you so
damned joyful?"
I decided not to carry on the conversation any longer, and
the old man noticing this, moved away and laid down. I stared at
his neck, it was enticing me, inviting me, calling me. No, I
thought to myself, still struggling with the idea of actually
killing him to taste his blood. I am not going to kill this poor
man just to satisfy this ugly thirst. But the hunger growing
more intense, making me salivate. I walked over to him. Reached
down, picked him up by the neck of his tattered coat, and bit
into his flesh. The sweet taste flowed into my mouth, making me
want more. I then tore his head off of his body, and drained the
corpse of all it had left. I dropped the now lifeless body, in a
daze, and looked around me. The two other old homeless men
were staring at me in disbelief. I took a step towards them, not
still grasping what I had just done. They took off from where
they were sitting, screaming down the alleyway, into the black
night. I sat down next to the corpse of the old man. I took off
his coat and put it on. The shock wore off and soon I felt like
I had never felt before in my life. I felt, satisfied, almost
euphoric. I felt more content than I could have ever imagined.
Walking back to the taverne, I soon forgot about the old
man. Some of the bar patrons who pursued me not too long ago
were standing at the entrance of the taverne. They quickly
realized who I was and began walking towards me, one even had his
pistol cocked and ready to fire. I stopped moving towards them,
and they did the same.
"So you whining dog, do you think you are going to come back
in here and vandalize this place again." Asked the one with the
pistol.
"I don't know," I replied, "perhaps this time I should spit down your
throat."
"Watch what you say sir," he shot back, "or you might find
yourself with a hole in your head."
One of the men beside him drew his knife.
"Or a dagger in your breast." the other man added.
"How about your mother's breast?" I replied.
"Arrogant whelp!" he shouted.
The man with the pistol fired, the bullet tearing through my
shoulder. I staggered back, wincing at the pain. I glanced over
at the hole in my flesh and noticed that the hole started closing
up. The pain gone I looked back at the man with the pistol.
"Care to shoot again?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"This cannot be true!" he shouted, firing again.
And again the same thing happened. I grew tired of this and
walked over to where he was standing. The other two running away
down the street.
"You are not mortal sir!", he screamed at me, "You are the
devil himself!"
I paid no attention to what he was saying and took the
pistol from his hand and shot him in the head. His body slumped
to the ground. I dropped the pistol on him and stepped into the
taverne. The bartender did not notice me enter, so I walked up
the stairs to the balcony and took the nearest whore by the hand.
"And what do you want sir?", she said to me smiling.
"Why don't we go and find out madam?", I replied smiling
also.
"You know sir, that people such as myself don't offer anything
unless there is some benefit for our services.", she said still
smiling.
I checked the jacket that I had taken from the corpse of the
old man and found a good sum of change. I handed her a few coins
and she proceeded to show me to one of the rooms. She wasn't
homely, although she wasn't that beautiful either. She looked
like she was older than myself. About maybe in her forties. But
that didn't matter to me. I was feeling quite good and wanted
only her body, not her face, or her age. She laid me down upon
the bed in the small room and went to close and lock the door. I
took my new jacket off and deposited it along side me. She
turned around and sauntered over to me. With a grin on her face
she started to undress me. After she was finished I unclothed
her and I started to kiss her body. She began moaning and
whimpering like a child. I sucked on her breast and she became
louder. Although the sound of the taverne below drowned much of
the sound of her voice. I moved up on her body, caressing as I
went. And then started to kiss her. I fondled her breasts for
awhile, as we kissed for what seemed like hours.
Her skin was so warm and the repeated moaning began to
excite me more. I heard the sound of her heart beating rapidly
in her chest. I became thirsty again. Darkening my soul
and my thoughts, the hunger returned. Still kissing her, I bit
into her sweet flesh. She must not have noticed at first for she
still whimpered. But, she felt her blood trickling down her
cheek and pulled away. She wiped her mouth with her hand and
found her blood smeared across it. She started to scream
the word 'Nosferatu' over and over again. I grabbed onto
her, and she tried to break away from my grasp. Like a mouse
trying to free itself from the steel trap, knowing fully well
that its going to die.
The feeling of euphoria came back even stronger. The trance becoming even more potent. I got off of the bed and stood
up, looking down at her I saw the look of terror on her face.
The predator, and the prey I thought. And I remembered the
night before in the cemetery, when the vampire tried to drain me
of my life as I was doing to this woman. The feelings of
euphoria left. They were replaced with hatred and loathing, and
then fear. Fear for what I now knew I had become. Fear for what
I had just done. Fear for what was going to happen. The woman
started screaming even louder. I panicked and ran over to her
desperately trying to calm her, but with no luck. She grew more
frantic. I attempted to think of ways to make her silent, and
only one thought came to mind. I reached around her head with my
arms, and twisted her neck.
I heard a sickening crunch, and felt her body grow limp in
my arms. I dropped her lifeless body onto the floor, the
blood still trickling from her mouth made a small puddle on the
floor and I observed myself in it, staring right back at me with
the same look of panic and disbelief. I grew even more alarmed,
and it was hard to put my clothing back on. People's voices grew
louder, and they began approaching the room. I heard the
clomping of boots running up the stairway. The bartender was
banging on the door and yelling, he started to unlock the door.
I ran over to the window, took one look back at the naked corpse
on the floor, and jumped.
I didn't even realize what I was doing until I hit the
ground. I felt no pain as I got up and ran. I ran back towards
the cemetery and found the tomb I had slept in earlier that day.
Exhausted, I laid down upon the stone coffin once more.
I don't know how long I laid there thinking about what had
just happened, until I heard footsteps coming towards me. I sat
up, frantic, and having delusions that people were after me I
looked around for the source of the noise. And then in the
doorway of the tomb, she stood. I remembered her face clearly
and in every detail. The same blue eyes, the same velvet skin.
The figure in the doorway was the vampire from the night before.
End of Chapter I, Beginning.
Any comments on the story are welcome,
Please E-mail me at Exodus BBS. (707) 935-6867
-Krowe
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Water Water Everywhere...
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And not a drop to drink... christ, we were flooded bigshit the last
couple days, as everyone who lives around here with eyes and a brain
knows, but let me tell you a bit about what i found out from other ppl
that has happened to them...
All schools were closed for two days, making many people very happy.
The schools reopened on a Wednesday, to the dismay of all the students,
but from what i hear, Crusher Creek (the Vintage High School creek) was
still a little higher then it should have been. My school, Temescal, was
drenched as well, since this school is quite the literal mudhole, and i
also hear that Napa high is soaked to hell too.
Many stores were closed as well....
Whoa! It's starting to pour! Awesome! I hope it floods again.. like, no
more school for awhile again... =]
Anyway, a lot of the store were closed. I went into one the day after
the flood was over, and it was pitiful. There was an inch or two of water,
plus a nice thick layer of mud underneath. I waited around while they use
a vacuum and a pump to suck out the water and a little mud, and it took
them three days to remove all the mud, i heard.. the sandbags apparently
didn't help either, because they had all fallen apart and all the sand was
gone from them.
My street wasn't much better. At the highest point, i was up to my knees
just standing in the middle of the street! My little sister just recently
had surgery, but she was out there wading around too. And yet she can't
get up to get herself a fucking glass of water... bitch. Anyhow, me and
Nekrosyne (formerly Sakima) were busy helping out the neighbors and shit.
We dragged garbage cans up to their owners porch before they floated away,
and we knocked on doors to get people to move their cars out of the street
before they drowned. One car, where the people weren't home, had about
three inches of water in the bottom of it before the owner came and moved
it.
The toughest part was when this chicks VW stalled in the middle of the
lake in our street. So we pushed her car UP a driveway, and let her in my
house and let her call her parents. She got home okay, but the people whose
driveway we pushed it up thought us all overreacting assholes because of
the fact that two doors down from them, a guy had evacuated, and me and my
next door neighbor had put up tarps in front of the garage door so the water
wouldn't go under. It would, too. Some retarded jerk would drive through
the two foot deep lake doing maybe 20 or 25, and the backwash would totally
flood everyone. The car with all the water in it had the seats ruined cuz
the level would water in it would surge upward when some tard drove by and
pushed water in front and behind them. And the backwash also knocked over
three little kids at one point, and they went home with colds, and it ALSO
ran all the way up my driveway, into the tarp protecting the garage, and
up onto my front porch.. damn them. At least eight or nine people pulled
this little stunt that first night, and it was NOT fun..
Of course, staying up until three AM, me and Nekrosyne were fukkin around
on the net, i was showing him around, how to get what you want, etc, and
the rain had stopped for a long time, and all of a sudden, FWOOSH, it came
down in SHEETS, and sheets, and sheets... it was complete hell. We would
go outside every once in awhile just to hear my mom yell "GET YOUR ASS BACK
IN BED!" everytime we opened the front door. But it was coming down really
bad, and when we were outside, admiring the new flash flood that was here,
i had to relieve myself... good thing the water all went down the storm
drains before anyone woke up the next morning to drive to work in the lake..
Hehe..
Welp.. it's still raining a little bit, and the flow outside quit for a
little bit, so we're waiting... there's supposed to be some flash floods and
mudslides today, but it looks a little unlikely from where I am... welll..
you never know...
Here's hoping for no school.... =]
-v�r�s, Friday the 13th
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The Wolf
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Pant, pant.
Bushes brushing past, darkening skies, the smell of fear and the prey
emenating it.
Pant, pant.
The wolf speeds through the thick forest, intent on capturing his prey,
of which he has been chasing for over an hour now, yet time means nothing,
only his family's dinner.
Pant, pant, pant, CHOMP.
His savage teeth clamp around the weak rabbit, crushing it's bones,
tasting it's blood, eager to feast, and proud of himself. He has caught
dinner for himself and his family.
Sigh.
The rabbit blood sprays wildly in all directions, carrying the thick
stench of triumph and death. The small hare thrashes about in a mad frenzy,
desperatly trying to get away, but the wolf subdues it, smashing it against
the ground in an attempt to kill the damned thing once and for all.
Hoooooowl...
The wolf throws his head and belts out the most mournful wail of triumph
the now dimly lit forest has heard in generations. This wolf does not kill
for sport, but to support and survive. This wolf does not enjoy this sort
of thing, because he has developed a healthy relationship with the small
woodland animals. They have always helped him through his dry seasons,
bringing him help whe he was ill, bringing him water, small pieces of bark,
and berries for him when he could not hunt for himself.
The wolf lays down to think.
Since the arrival of his mate and his pups, he has required much more
meat to help his little ones grow. And the only way for this to happen is
to start hunting more frequently, and for more animals to feed his growing
pups.
Clamp.
He lifts the dead rabbit in his powerful jaws, carrying it to the edge of
a cliff. He lays the rabbit down, and sits back on his haunches to stare at
the rapidly growing moon. It was a few days off, yet, but he had time. He
tosses his untamed scruff of hair back and stares silently at the moon,
wondering why it was him that had to be chosen. He reflects on his short
life, wondering WHY it was he that was condemmed to die.
Grr...
He snatches the carcass up from the ground and trots home, ears flattened
back against his head, in case any other foolish enough tried to steal his
hard earned dinner. It would not be pleasurable to kill again tonight.
Thump, thump.
His feet pound against the hard packed earth. Water has not been kind to
the soild or his tired paws.
Pant, pant.
He finally reaches the den, set underneath a pile of rocks and leaves,
concealing a large and sparse cavern containing his mate and six bright-
eyed pups. He lolls his tounge out after dropping to food amongst the eager
youngsters, and cocks his head at his mate.
Whine.
He makes an acknowledgment back to Her. Her soft eyes make contact with
his icy sharp ones, and they exchange a mutual greeting.
Slurp, smack.
Glancing down at the floor, his Pups are busy devouring the dead rabbit.
His quirks his jaw in a strange human parody, a human being something he
has never seen before, and the look is somewhat of a smile. He bends down
and with a quick snap and shake of his jaws, he tears a piece of the rabbit
away, and proffers it to his mate. She accepts, and he rips out another
large chunk for himself.
Grr, snap, crunch, rip.
He hungrily tears into the thick, yet tender, flesh of the hare, thinking
again this was NOT an act he took pride in doing.
Yawn.
The rabbit meat has made him a drowsy wolf, so he tosses the pieces of
bone aside and picks at the few bits of meat and drops of blood clinging
to his whiskers.
Yawn.
After slowly grooming himself, the wolf lies his head down between his
paws and drifts, thinking of when the weather was warm and the forest life
were his friends, and not his prey.
Zzz..
But thoughts turn dark as he remembers his task to be set at the full
moon in a few days. He dismisses the thought, and falls deeply into sleep.
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Anyone who enjoyed this, write me at Exodus, Total Anarchy, or TNUG and
tell me what you think. My father has consented to a phone line, so look
for uTi soon! If you people want me to continue this text with another
chapter, then tell me, and i will. Peace to all the Wolves...
-v�r�s
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We're BACK!
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Okay, I know about all of us had just about given up on T.Y.M.E.. I know
it has been a hell of a long time since we have released, but that is
because i have been having release problems. Here's the story:
Things are going fine, and we are up to #40. This is the day Power Rat
decides he will stop carrying T.Y.M.E. on Exodus BBS because him and I got
into a big arguement. (Thank god it's over, though) I log on on my new
restricted access, and here i see ANOTHER T.Y.M.E. #38 entitled "Sticking
Together" by S0l0mn. This pisses me off, so I download the file and
read it. In the file, S0l0mn mentions the fact that Power Rat did the
spelling and grammer in his file. Which could have only meant he gave
it the wrong release number. I know this is sounding like a load of
worthless crap, but I just want to clarify things. I had to do some
switching around, and some renaming, but here is the definate offical
T.Y.M.E. Issue List (actually, it's about time we had one of these. =] ):
TYME-MEM.728 - T.Y.M.E. Members and Writers as of 07/28/94
TYME-MEM.019 - T.Y.M.E. Members and Writers as of 10/19/94
TYME-FAQ.TXT - T.Y.M.E. Frequently Asked Questions
TYME-DIS.TRO - T.Y.M.E. Distribution Application
TYME0001.TXT - Beginnings
TYME0002.TXT - Couldn't Life be Fun?
TYME0003.TXT - Fraud and Drugs
TYME0004.TXT - A Fat Bowl and a Good Woman
TYME0005.TXT - D E A T H . . .
TYME0006.TXT - The T.Y.M.E. To Be Alive
TYME0007.TXT - Hacking and Viruses (Note: Stewart can't spell. =] )
TYME0008.TXT - Hints for Guys Like Us
TYME0009.TXT - Anarchy T-Files and Video Games
TYME0010.TXT - BBS Lamers and Winners
TYME0011.TXT - 15 Sucks BIG Dick
TYME0012.TXT - Parents (can fuck off)
TYME0013.TXT - DATING FUCKING SUCKS!
TYME0014.TXT - Many Things
TYME0015.TXT - War
TYME0016.TXT - Money Problems
TYME0017.TXT - Magic : The Gathering
TYME0018.TXT - Home Sick
TYME0019.TXT - vYrus' BBS Guide
TYME0020.TXT - School and Your Friends
TYME0021.TXT - Dreaming
TYME0022.TXT - On The Road Again
TYME0023.TXT - Computer Illiteracy
TYME0024.TXT - The Tribe
TYME0025.TXT - How Do I Love Thee?
TYME0026.TXT - When Are You Too Old?
TYME0027.TXT - T.Y.M.E. Awards
TYME0028.TXT - Movies
TYME0029.TXT - A Pain In The Back
TYME0030.TXT - I Wish...
TYME0031.TXT - hate
TYME0032.TXT - Rag Wars
TYME0033.TXT - Rag Wars Part ][
TYME0034.TXT - Parents (can fuck off) ][
TYME0035.TXT - A Tribute to F.U.C.K.
TYME0036.TXT - Chronicles : Prologue
TYME0037.TXT - Chronicles : Chapter I
TYME0038.TXT - Sticking Together
TYME0039.TXT - Water Water Everywhere...
TYME0040.TXT - The Wolf
TYME0041.TXT - We're BACK! (this file)
And being released along with this file will be:
TYME0042.TXT - The Strength of Love
TYME0043.TXT - Chronicles : Chapter ][
TYME0044.TXT - Chronicles : Chapter ]I[
And that's about it... The Strength of Love was written by NeuroScrambler,
formerly Blade, and Chronicles.. well. We all know who takes a lot of
pride in his work, don't we Krowe? <nudge nudge>
Well, also, you may have noticed that T.Y.M.E. has taken on a new look. I
talked to DisordeR again (of F.U.C.K.).. well, actually I talk to him
quite frequently now, and he is one great guy. He told me what could
be improved in the releasing of T.Y.M.E. And actually, he is quite correct.
So we have taken on a new look, a new style of headers and whatnot,
hopefully a little more asthetically pleasing, as well as a restyled
footer. These changes will be subtle, but they will show.
And YES, to all you hypocrites, the header was my own damn idea and
style. =]
Well, on another note about T.Y.M.E.'s expansion, we are thinking of
moving outwards into other directions. For instance, we plan to start
including other things in the releases, such as music, art, and maybe
ansi. Although I am doubtful about the ansi part, there are already
way too many ansi groups, with more being formed every day, so I don't
want T.Y.M.E. falling into the category of "Another fucking art group".
Any .MOD or .S3M composers out there, send me your work via email on
any of our local boards, or on the Internet at vyrus@community.net.
I get on there almost every day, the only exceptions being weekends.
Or, if you catch me dumpster diving, beige boxing someones house, or
waiting for an operator to call back a payphone for a meetme conf,
feel free to stop me and say hi. I can always take a little time off
to say "Hey" or "Whats up" or "Don't touch that wire, you might get
sh..<BZZZT>".... uhh. Yeah. Anyway, you catch my drift, and T.Y.M.E.
is roughly eight months old, and we are still going, so here's hoping
for a great '95!
-v�r�s
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The Strength of Love
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As I was just going to see if steph wanted to go to the basket ball courts,
Her door was unlocked.I knockedm first but nothing,no alarm,silence until I
heard a scream.All my fear andf anxioties filled me.I went in.no 1 was home.
I stared upstair and I heard a crash in stephs room and the door was shut.I
ran upstairs and put my ear to her door.I heard a struggle but I made sure
to be sure;its not nice to barg in on something.I opened the door to hell.
Robert was sit on top of half nude steph holding her down and hitting her.
She was tied to the bed sumhow and her bra was ripped.He was hitting to her.
she was practially unconicous.I jumped on him and swung hard into his back.
I knew I had to get him towards the stairs 4 the win.he tripped and got offa
steph and on to the ground his pants were unzipped and he grabbed my legs and
tripped me into steph's dressor and I hit my head pretty good.I wrested with
him 4 a while until I hit his head against Luey's(Steph's fish) table.Luey's
Bowl fell and crash bingo on Roberts head sum blood but sum of the glass got
on me too.I got up and pushed robert out into the hall.he got up and slugged
me 1 in the stomach.I worked towards the hall.I got infront of the stairs
waiting for him to take a swing and then I'd dodge it but my reflex weren't
the best and I landed lucky on the upper stairs and rolled all the way down
on to the marble he almost came with me.this was the second time I had hit
my head.it was throbbing and I could barely see anything ,I was disorintented.
He was still at the top recovering.I layed there the longest 10 sec of my
life wondering if it could be me last and then sum magicly forced pushed me
up and I ran up the stairs full power.I was amaze and so was robert
unexpecting it and I lowerd my head like a bull and I hit him in the groin so
hard he fell across the hall and hit his head on the wall blood splattered
and he was messed up.I grabbed him and rolled him down the stairs.He got up
and out the door so fast,I tripped down the stairs again landing on the
platform where the stairs turned.I wanting to go to sleep so bad.i was so
tired.I couldn't think straight after 10mins laying there.I gathered enough
will power to get up and help steph.I climb 2 stairs and felt very woozy and
threw up on the stairs.when I finally got to the top I saw a Knife at the
foot of the wall where all the blood was.It must of have been roberts.It
made me worry about steph and I limbed up to her room.There she was peaceful
and quiet.I got a sick feeling.I went over to the foot of the bed and untied
her arms and feet and I check her pulse,she was still alive probably in
shock.she was passed out.She had a black eye and she was barely breathing.I
got to the bottom of the bed and folded my hands and prayed 4 her and me.I
wasn't too good myself.I couldn't get off my knees.I started thinking about
what of happened.how robert came over and Y her parents were gone.I go over
all the time when her parents aren't there but they know me.I stayed on my
knees,folded hands,just thinking 4 it seem an a hour but was probably only
10-20mins.She stirred.I smiled but couldn't move.I managed to say "U owe
me." I wanted to say r u alright but was too distorted to think and she
started to cry and say "even".Then I asked if she was alright,long pause,she
didn't answer.I guess it was a stupid question.I managed to get up and grab
her a shirt outta her drawer and I zipped up her short jeans.I put the shirt
on her.she was in pain.I was too but I had too B strong.I was in a house
with bloody walls and broken glass and I was guilty 4 the mess.I said
"Welcome" and I picked up luey.he was in a broken semi sphere piece of
glass enough to hold sum water.he would be alright.I picked up what was
left of the fish bowl and filled it with sum water and put him back in.I
felt that was enough 4 the cleaning.I would never finish b4 her parents
got home.Her parents what they think? oh shit that made me wonder what
really happened but I was too tired and so was steph to talk.I got on the
bed next her her and held her in my arms.I figured I deserved that much.I
tryed to look 2 her 4 approval or disapproval but nothing.We fell asleep 4
at least an hour.all of sudden I was picked up and was slugged int he
stomach and thrown in the closest wall.He wait 4 me to respond but I was so
messed up I wanted him to do me in.Steph woke up and yelled told him to
stop.then all lot of shouting and I passed out.It was her dad.I woke up to
an ice pack.He wasn't sure what had happened but steph convinced him to not
hurt me anymore.He had herd what had happen b4 i got there but he or steph
didn't know about the fight.I was too out of it to think what to censor but
I told the hole thing the whole truth.I knew I shoulnd't have but I didn't
have the time to think.I think he brought it.He took us to the hospital and
he called my parents.Steph had 2 broken ribs and I had 1 broken rib and a
serious concousion.we were treated and released the same day.We went back to
her house.I was feeling much better.I didn't want to leave steph.I asked if
I could talked to her alone and her dad left.I asked her how she was.It was
strange.She answered.I had to ask this but I didn't want to "What happened?"
She told me her parents left to go shopping and she invited him over w/o
them knowing and they were downstairs watching a movie and he put his arm
around her and basicly the moves.and after wards she said wanna go upstairs
like me and her do and play games and write letters and talk but he got the
wrong idea and when they got up there he put her on the bed and she pause
and started to cry I was numb "Did he?" the big question and she said "I
want to say no so bad but Yes he Raped me."A girls worst nightmare true.I
always knew girl had life just a bit harder than boys but this was totally
unfair.The next day I planned to go kill the bastard.I ahte him with all my
heart.I'd hated him b4 but now I hated with with everything I could.Steph
was bawling.I knew i should of said sumthing to comfort her but I was empty
and she started to cry even more.I knew it was bcuz I didn't comfort her.
Ever since I became Best friends with her,I wanted to comfort her in her
time of need and I didn't.I felt hella bad.I opened my mouth to say anything
but was interupted as she said "Go Away" like a Time's Up buzzer in my head
and I knew the line was drawn.She now hated all boys including me.I started
to leave when my plan form perfectly.I turned around and said "R U sure?Do U
really want me to Leave?" and I sat down beside her.That was what she wanted
sumthing to showed I cared.I put my arm around her and she said "Yes".That
wasn't in the plan.I got up and left the room and leaned against the wall
not caring it was all bloody and I went back in to her room and sat down
next to her and said "All I ever wanted was to protect u and to keep you
safe and now this I let u down once and I'm not doing it again" and I said
it like a movie star struting his stuff like in the movies and I knew it was
kinda cliche but it worked she put her arms around me and I held her and
keeped telling her everything would be alright.Her dad yelled that he had to
go get her mom and He told me if anything happen while he was gonna he'd
kill me and he went in to his room and pulled out a gun to show that he was
very serious.I almost shitted my pants.I went back to steph who had stop
crying.I wrapped my arms around her again.she said "Thanx." I smiled and
said "anytime".She said "I love U" and I backed off.No way,thats totally
unfair.I fell in love with her already and she said she didn't like me and
just wanted to be friends.I don't know,but how could u use rape as an excuse
to fall in love.I'll take the prize of a hero but nothing more.I said "Y? O
all of sudden U can love me now?".she thought 4 a sec she said "I didn't
mean to say that it slipped.I...I...I did like u back then but I couldn't
let us become more then friends" and I interupted and said "Well I can't
let us become more then friends now." and we both stoped to think and I
realize that this was probably the end of our relationship;they'll probably
move away and we'll never see each other and even if they don't the courts
and her parents will stop us from being friends I thought.In the sileince I
said "I love u too." and I wish so much to B friends 4ever but If this was
the end I rather bemore then friends.Earlier we both tought being more than
friends would destroy the relationship but now the relationship was destroy
but we didn't destroy it.we might as well let our feeling take over instead
of our thoughts and with all this thinking a tear came to my eye.Steph shook
her head and I let go of our embrace and I grab her remote 4 her stereo and
I turned it on cd # 2 which I knew was boyz ][ men hit song 9 and ask her if
she would liked to dance.She had owed me a dance 4 a while actually I had
never danced with her.the whole 4 mins was amazing.it wasn't like at the 8th
grade te`e with all the light,I was in her bedroom with the broken glass and
the bloody wall but it didn't matter I was holding her.we let the cd go to
# 10 as well kept dancing.We looked into each other eys and I knew that she
had never french b4 and I or we took the chance.It wsa slow and sweet.Oh how
I wanted too 4 so long to kiss her sweet lips and feel her togue with mine.
Oh god I didn't care if her dad came back and shot me.I felt like if i had
served my purpose of life.and In disbelief she lead me too her bed and told
me to make love to her.She was raped yesterday and now she wanted me to have
sex with her.Something wasn't right but I wanted too so much and I didn't
mind a bullet in the head it had already been worth it.We both strip and
the cd hit #11.It was my first time and her second but everything went
perfect.It was sweet again worht every last second.afterward we stay in bed
holding each other.I'd marry her if I could and I ask if she would and she
said yes but the chance of that happening.were pass the quintillions but
things were different.she told her if I didn't want my head to be blown off
We had to get up and clean up but I would have rather stayed in ber with her
the rest of my life which would be 15min but she got mad and start crying
again so I didn't.It didn't take long and when we went downstairs we were
confused.her mom & dad were back already,I guess we didn't notice them we
were in own which we had earned 4 so long.Luckly tha obvisously didn't know
what we had done because the gun was put away.I knew it was time 4 me to go
back yo my house and I did.I left.My parent were so worried I just shut
myself up in my room 4 the rest of the night.I sat at my computer.I was off
my high.I watched people logon and off of my board.not moving.I just sat
there listening to my boyz ][ men cd reacting ach monment in my mind so
slowly and so sweet. until it think it was 2:00 am knock knock It scared
the sh!t outta me.It was steph at my window and she didn't look too good.I
poped off my screen.I was expecting her sumhow.she came in and held me.when
she let go she said she was moving and as my empire fell I was glad it was
over.I was expecting this already but in my life there was 3 things that
kept me going my computer(skills),music,and her.I couldn't listen to music
w/o her and I wired her in my texts and computer already.I knew after she
was gone I had nothing left and I had a plan to kill myself.She told me
that she sneaked outta her room window and ran down here.She said that they
were leaving tommorrow and she wanted to spend her last night in Napa with
me.I smiled made sure my parents were asleep.I made her room on the bed and
we started to spent the night together.We both striped to our birthday suits
and got int he bed but we didn't want to make love I held her and she held
me.I told her about my plan to kill myself and she said "Don't" and thats
all she said.We both couldn't sleep we just keeped tossing and turning hold
each other tight and dear.I never planned on seeing her again.I got my money
and bought $100 worth of 40's and started to drink my problem away even
though I can stand alcohol.I woke up went home again and I slept a month
w/o waking up,not even going to school.She was gone and as far as I go,I
was dead.Then Life started crepping back into me and after a few year
Stephanie Berger was just a memory and after a few more that memory died.I
had married a girl I met in college and I owned a Successful computer store.
Steph had just became that best friend u have in junior high liek every1
else had but somewhere in memories tucked way far back there in the smallest
corner I knew that she was more than just that.
I loved U,steph, with all my heart
-Ryan
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Chronicles : Chapter ][
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The story continues again with the knowledge that the
female vampire had not meant to kill him at all. She, being lonely,
had wanted to make a companion and did not intend for events to
turn out as they did. She takes him under her wing and accepts
him into her home. And the story continues with Chapter II.
Previous text: Chronicles, Chapter I Beginnings
CHRONICLES
Chapter II: Friendship
How cruel is the night, so black, so empty. You think that
you would be swallowed up by it. Like the black hearts of
murderers, thieves, and my own. The rain futilely attempts to
wash it all away. She stands in the doorway, beckoning me
closer. And now I know, I know that this will never end. For it
hasn't even begun.
I slide off the coffin and stand up. Never moving my
eyes from hers, I walk towards her. She looked exactly the same
as the night before. Same silken skin, same eyes of bluest
crystal. The eyes lie to me even now, as the truth comes to be
revealed.
"What have you done to me?" I asked, shaking nervously,
"What is this hunger that you have given to me?"
She still stands in the doorway, motionless, staring right
back at me, she sees through me, as if I was not there.
"Answer me!" I shout at her.
"You have no idea do you?" she asks me.
She smiles at me, and then she turns around and walks out of
the entrance. She beckons me again and I follow. Hoping to find
out, make sense of all that has happened. The rain persists, it
tries to wash away the blackness of my now darkened soul. It has
no hope, and never will. We start to walk deeper into the
cemetery.
"You have not figured out what you have become have you?"
she asks.
"I know that whatever I am, is evil." I say back, "I do not
want to be this."
"You have no choice now." She replies, "You are an
immortal."
I stop walking, she does the same and faces me. Questions
fly through my head like a bird through the sky. Each one of
them with no answer.
"What?" I finally manage.
"You are an immortal, nosferatu, vampire." She says,
"Whatever you prefer to call it, you are now the living dead."
"How did this happen?" I ask her, still shaking.
"That night," she begins, "I followed you, you were walking
out of the colonial taverne, drunk. I watched you the whole
night, waiting for you to be alone. I watched you copulate with
the whore. I watched your every move, savoring your taste. You
proceeded to find a place to sleep, yes?"
I nodded in agreement.
"I thought so." She says, "So as soon as I got the chance to
have you alone, I took it. I followed you into the graveyard,
and I tried to feed upon you."
"Yes." I said, "I figured all of that, but, how did I become
this, thing?"
"You needn't be so harsh." She says, "After all, you're
still living aren't you?"
"If that is what you can call this." I said, "Feeding off
the lives of others."
She laughed out loud, with the same crystal voice of that
night.
"They do the same to dumb animals, do they not?" she says,
"Cows, pigs, chickens, sometimes even horses. It is no
different, it is really quite enjoyable."
"Enjoyable?" I said, not quite still taking all of this in,
"How can you consider that the taking of lives is enjoyable."
"As I said before, they do it all the time." She says, "They
even kill their own, they rape their wives, molest their children
and even kill their best friends. What we do can be no
different. We are above them though, we don't kill out of
malice, we don't kill for fun. We kill to stay alive. We are
the predators, they are our prey."
I was shocked, I shook my head, not believing a word of it.
I fell back onto the ground. I thought of everything I had done
all my life, and I couldn't remember much. To think, that all
this is nothing, all that I ever worked for. The loves in my
life, the thieving, trying to survive on the streets of Boston in
the winter with no food, barely staying alive. Only to have this
happen. If I had known this, I would have killed myself long
ago. But now it is too late, I am a vampire. And I must do,
what it is in my nature to do.
"Come," she says, with her hand outstretched towards me,
"let me show you how we live."
I looked up at her, and grasped onto her hand. She had
enormous strength, with which she nearly tore my arm right out of
the socket.
"What is your name?" she asked me.
"Gabriel," I said, "Gabriel Coburn."
"Coburn," she said, turning to me and smiling, "well
Mister Coburn. I think we are going to have plenty of fun
together."
She told me that her name was Elyssa. She also answered my
question on how I became this, creature.
"While I was feeding upon you, you bit me back. You drew
blood and drank it.", She said, "From that moment on, you were a
vampire."
"You said before that we are immortal.", I said, "Why then
must we take the lives of others."
We walked out of the entrance of the cemetery and onto the
Boston streets. The rain finally giving up on us, stopped.
"That is the only necessity, well, that and another.", she
said.
"What is the 'other'?". I replied.
"Coffins.", she said. "We must sleep in coffins filled with
earth to rest. And our skin cannot be touched by sunlight,
otherwise we turn to dust."
"Some immortality.", I replied sarcastically.
"Otherwise, we cannot be killed." she said, ignoring my last
remark.
She stopped walking, and I did the same. She watched a
middle aged man walking down the road, he stopped to look at his
watch.
"There.", she said to me "Do you see that man?"
"Yes.", I replied.
"That," she said, "Is your first lesson."
The man put his watch back in his pocket and continued on
down the street. We followed, not to close for we did not want
to seem suspicious to him. He rounded the corner, and we did the
same. We were astonished to find him gone. We stopped and looked
around. But he was no where in sight. We looked at each other,
shrugged and turned around. Only to find the man behind us with
a gun pointed at my face.
"What are you following me for?", he said. "If you are
thinking that you two are going to rob me, I think that you are
both sadly mistaken."
I froze where I was, forgetting the fact that I could not
die. She on the other hand, moved quicker than anything I had
ever seen in my life. One moment she was next to me, the other
she was behind him. The man turned around and dropped his
pistol. She took her arms and twisted his neck. I heard a loud
crack, and his body went limp. She proceeded to bite into his
neck. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me.
"Would you like to join me?" She asked, blood trickling down
her chin.
"I think that if I were to partake in such an act, I would
do it out of the sight of others." I replied.
"True." she said.
We took the corpse and carried it into an alley. There she
took his arm and bit into it. I went to where she had bit him on
the neck, hesitated, and then bit into his flesh. The sweet
taste filled my mouth as we drained his body. And the same
feeling of euphoria washed over me. I had not a care in the
world. We drank what was left of him and departed down the road.
Leaving the body in the alley, just in time for a coach to pass
by. The coach-driver surely would have seen us in the alley so I
was grateful that we were swift in our feeding. As we were
walking I began to wonder what kind of a life this could be. I
mean, I don't have to kill innocent people, I can kill murderers,
and other such filth. I thought about this more and more, and
began to like the idea.
"We should go back to my home to sleep now, it is getting
late and I do not want to be outside in the sun." She told me.
I agreed and she showed me the way to her home. She lived
on the outskirts of Boston, in a nice mansion. The whole place
was a wondrous sight. She had a courtyard filled with the
reddest roses, and a fountain in the center of them. I looked
further and saw a stable and a barn. I saw horses running in the
field next to the house. We walked up the pathway and in through
the huge oak doors. She took a lamp from the wall and lit it.
Beckoning for me to follow we walked down the halls. The inside
was even more breathtaking the exterior. Bookshelves lined with
more books than I had ever set my eyes upon. In the drawing room
there was the most enormous fireplace I had ever set my eyes
upon. The logs burning seemed to give off an unearthly glow. We
moved farther down the hall until we came to a door. The door
looked quite heavy and was bolted. But Elyssa with a quick
swipe, a mere gesture of hr hand, and the door became unlocked.
She opened the door and before us was a staircase that led
down under the house. The shadows seemed to dance like mad
demons on the walls as the lamp flickered from the cold draft.
We came to the end of the staircase and a large room was laid out
before us. Torches burned on the walls to provide light,
although the darkness seemed to snatch it away from them. Two
coffins stood before us, both made of what looked like expensive
oak. The light again made the shadows frolic upon the lids of
the coffins in their own macabre dance.
"This one,", She said, pointing to the coffin on the right,
"is yours for as long as you stay here, you are welcome to
anything in the house, and the servants will tend to your all of
your needs."
"You mean, you would have killed me last night, but because
I am now what you are, I am to live with you?" I asked, "This
makes no sense."
"Actually, I wasn't going to kill you." She said, "I need a
companion, someone to talk to. You don't know how lonely it is
without another of your own kind."
"What do you mean, without another of your kind?" I said,
"Aren't there more of us?"
Her face suddenly became sullen, and her eyes told the story
of her loneliness, of how long she had been waiting to share her
life with someone. Just to be with someone meant more than
anything else to her. Not this house, or her expensive clothes
or jewelry. She was completely and utterly alone, and I felt her
immense emptiness, and I too was saddened by it.
"I have not seen nor heard of another vampire for over 65
years." She replied.
She then opened my coffin, and had me lie down inside of it.
"Tomorrow night,", She said, "shall be your first lesson.
But for now, sleep. I will be here when you wake."
She then closed the coffin, and I slipped into the coma of
death. This night I slept better than any of my mortal life.
My eyes open, the darkness surrounded me with its protective
shroud. I remembered where I was, and I half believed I was
actually here. I slid off the lid of the coffin and peered out.
Sat up, and noticed that Elyssa had already risen. I climbed out
of my bed, and looked about me in wonder. The shadows jumped and
scattered about in their own macabre dance. I was delighted by
the vision before me. The whole chamber seemed to be alive. I
took one of the torches and started up the stairs. I felt
exhilarated as I walked up the stairway, like this had been the
most satisfying time in my life, just waking up from my sleep
seemed to be so refreshing. I reached the top of the stairs and
grasped for the bolt of the door, and unlocked it. The aroma of
the house hit me full force. It smelled sweetly of strawberries
and exquisite perfume. I closed and bolted the door behind me
and wandered down the hallway. The pictures on the walls looked
as if they were alive and looking at me, gesturing to me. I paid
them no mind and went on, quietly laughing to myself of this new
world I was brought into.
One of the servants of the house walked by me and I stopped
her, inquiring where Elyssa was. Her dress gave off the most
radiant colors of purple and blue as she moved, and her face was
even more a jumble of hues of pink and white. She smiled at me
and pointed down the hallway and told me that she was studying in
the library. I thanked her and wandered down the hall again.
All the servants of the house were white, and I was wondering of
this, because all servants I had ever known of, except for the
butlers and maids in England, were all colored. I walked into
the library and was taken by the beauty of the gigantic room.
Books lined every wall, and of every size. Windows reached from
the floor to the ceiling and beyond them was the beautiful night
sky of Boston, just a few miles away. there were two chairs in
the middle of the room, with a small table in front of them. The
chairs were sitting across from each other, and Elyssa sat in the
one facing myself. She was reading by the light of the lantern
and seemed to be lost in her book. I walked over to the chair
across from her and sat down. She looked up at me and smiled,
closing the book and setting it upon the table in front of us.
"So how did you rest?" She asked, "Peaceful?"
"Very," I replied, "Better than I have ever slept in my
life."
"That's good to hear." She said.
Another servant came into the room, carrying a basket of
fresh smelling flowers. She asked Elyssa where she would like
them and Elyssa told her to put them by the window sill. The
woman did as asked and left the room. I still wondered about why
she had not colored servants instead of white ones.
"Why is it that I see not one black servant in the house?" I
asked.
"I do not believe in slavery of others." She replied, "I
believe it to be an abomination of the right of every human, or
inhuman being, to choose to do as they will."
"But," I said, "these people..."
"They choose to be my servants, and I treat them well and
pay them for their services." She interjected.
"Do they know of you?" I said, halfway confused, "Do they
realize what you are?"
"Of course," She replied, "They are very loyal to me, and I
would not hire anybody that was any other way."
"Do they know of me?" I said.
"Yes," She said, "Otherwise they wold have driven you from
the house."
"I see." I said.
She told me not to ask so many questions and not to worry
about anything. All my inquiries would be answered in time. I
asked her when we were going out that night. She told me soon,
that she had matters to discuss with the servants of the house
about my residing there. She excused herself and went about her
business, telling me that I was free to look at anything I like.
I got up and went over to one of the enormous bookshelves,
grabbed one of the rolling ladders, and looked for something to
read. I didn't recognize most of the books there, so I grabbed
the first one that I did. And sat down to read.
About an hour later she came back and told me it was time to
leave. I closed my book and set it on the table next to hers.
She turned and I followed her down the hallway into the foyer.
The servants rushed up to me and led me to a dressing room, where
they stripped me of my rags and put on me elegant clothing. A
white frilled cuff shirt and black trowsers, and also a silk vest
and a black coat. Also they fitted me with black shoes and
stockings. They sprayed me with elegant perfume and led me back
into the foyer. Elyssa smiled in approval of my new dress, and
we walked out to the courtyard where a carriage was waiting for
us. The carriage driver hopped down from his seat and opened the
door for us. I lifted Elyssa into the carriage and I stepped in
after her.
The starry night sky was beautiful as we rode towards
Boston. I don't think that I pulled my eyes from the sky, gaping
at their beauty, until Elyssa's sweet voice broke the stillness.
She told me that we were going hunting in one of the most elegant
parties in the honor of Mister John Adams. Politicians had never
really pleased me, but I went along with it. As we grew nearer
to the town I could smell the sweet flesh and blood of the
mortals that walked the streets. And thirsting heavily now, I
could not wait for my first lesson.
Please E-mail me and let me know what you think of
the story so far. I can be reached at Exodus BBS (707) 935-6867.
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Chronicles : Chapter ]I[
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Here is Chronicles chapter 3. After a long break, I
guess you could say, I got off my lazy ass and wrote this. Its
not as big as the other chapters, especially not the last one,
but, what do I get for only working about the equvalent of two
hours on it. Anyway, I already have chapter 4 in the works and
vYrus should have it in his hands by the time this one is released
into TYME. Well, the chapter begins where the last one left off.
Elyssa and Gabriel our on thier way into Boston and
they get a little sidetracked by an old aquaintance of hers.
Previous text: Chronicles chapter II: Friendship
Chronicles
Chapter III: Night
She takes me to Boston, the night is rich and full of
wonderful sound. People bustling through the downtown streets,
carriages jostling along. Elyssa is radiantly beautiful, the
blonde hair, almost silken, angel-like she seems. The driver
commands the horses to a slow trot, he dressed in all black like
she and I. If there ever was a heaven, I am in it now.
"What's wrong?" She asks of me.
"What?" I reply, not paying attention, "Oh, nothing, nothing
at all."
"Does the beauty overwhelm you?" She smiles.
"Yes," I say, "All of this never looked quite as it did when
I was mortal."
"Your saying its bland?" She says.
"Oh, no!" I exclaimed, "Of course not. Everything seems so
alive, its like I'm in a dream, everything is more beautiful than
I could ever imagine! The sights and sounds are so much more
vivid! Even the clopping of the horses is astonishing!"
She laughs. "I know what your feeling." She says, "Its the
same with every immortal. Your senses were heightened ten times
more than when you were mortal. Everything takes on a new look
and feel. Sex would probablly be much more satisfying if
vampires could do such."
"What do you mean, if vampires could do such?" I asked.
"Well, females can have it, but, men cannot." She says.
"And why is that?" I asked.
"Well, the men can't get an erection. Not enough blood."
She says, smiling.
"How nice." I say sarcastically, "Let's move on to another
subject, shall we?"
She laughs again, amused at my disenchantment. We turn a
corner, the carriage feels strange as it veers to turn.
"Where are we headed?" I ask.
"We are going to the theatre." She says, "Hamlet."
"I've never seen that!" I say excited, "I've really wanted
to! Whats it like?"
"Perhaps you should see it for yourself." She tells me, "I
wouldn't want to spoil it for you."
I hear the horses start to slow, we abrubtly halt in front
of a taverne. I ask her why we are stopping here, she replies by
telling me that we have to feed if we are going to fit in with
the people in the theatre. I look at my skin and notice that I
am pale white. She tells me the blood will return my color. We
pick off two vagrants easily while they stagger drunkenly down
the street.
After we are finished the carriage comes around and picks us
up again. I find it strange how attentive her servants are.
They seem to know where she is and when she wishes them to do
what it is they do. We step into the carriage again and trot off
to the theatre. We arrive early and take our seats. The noise
in the gigantic room is overwhelming. I pick out one voice and
cannot hear the rest. Some people are talking about the show,
and how some of them have seen it so many times before.
Some talk of problems at thier homes. Some just nothing truly
interesting. I find it funny how so many peoples concerns and
fears amount to truly nothing.
The house lights dim and the actors come out. They say
thier lines with true eloquence, if they mess up, they hide it
particularly well. So many jumbles of color move through the
actor's bodies. Pinks, whites, and reds. All in one jumble, the
other vivid colors of thier costumes add to the effect. The hall
seems to echo and reverberate thier every sound and move much
clearly than I have ever heard, when I was mortal. They finish
with the play, and I am truly ecstatic. I stand and applaud with
everyone around me. Elyssa laughs happily and applauds with me.
We empty out of the theatre and walk down the street.
"So how did you like it?" She asks me.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "The sounds and the colors!
Everything was so vivid and exciting! It was like I was at
theatre for the very first time!"
"So you enjoyed it?" She asks smiling.
"Oh, yes!" I exclaim, "It was better than anything I have
ever heard or seen!"
She takes up my arm and we walk down the street even
further. The night surrounds and envelops us, like a viel of
beauty, everything seems to come alive to me now. Nothing has
ever seemed so beautiful and enchanting as this life is to me
now. I look over to Elyssa, her face is forlorn and sullen, she
looks as if shes drawn away by something.
"Elyssa," I say, "what is it? Whats wrong?"
"No." She says suddenly. "Not now. Hurry run this way. And
hope that he cannot find us!"
She grabs me and we start running down the street. We push
through the multitude of mortals, as they gasp and dodge us. We
break into a clearing, no one around us. We stop and catch our
breath. I look up further down the street and see someone
walking toward us. A man in a long black coat, he has a walking
stick and a top hat. She turns toward the man, he is a good
twenty meters away. Elyssa grabs me again and turns to run the
other way. But he is there, right in front of us blocking our
path. He steps up to us.
"Machere`," He says, thick with french accent, "it has
been, so long."
He smiles at us, and then with amazing quickness hits her
across the head with his cane. She flies into a wall, knocked
out. And then he turns to me.
"Goodnight monsiuer." He says to me with a wicked grin, "Nice
meeting you."
Before I can react he does the same to me, only hitting me
in the chest. I am sent soaring over the street with such force,
I crash through the wall behind me. I get up and shake it off.
I stagger out into the street. The man, and Elyssa are gone.
Frantic I run through the streets, screaming for her. But to no
avail.
How beautiful is the night, and whole I feel, once more I am
alone.
End of Chapter 3.
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Gangs
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I saw the morning, it was shattered by a gun
Heard his scream, saw him fall, no one cried.
I saw a mother, she was praying for her son
Bring him back, let him live, don't let him die.
Do you ever ask yourself is there a Heaven in the sky?
Can we get it right?
Because we all live under the same sun
We all walk under the same moon
Then why, why can't we live as one?
I saw the evening, fading shadows one by one
Watched him laugh, lead him to the sacrifice.
I saw the children, children of the sun
How they wept, how they laughed, how they've died.
Do you ever ask yourself is there a Heaven in the sky?
Why can't we stop the fight?
Because we all live under the same sun
We all walk under the same moon
Then why, why can't we live as one?
Sometimes, I think i'm going mad
We're losing all we had
And no one seems to care.
But if, this heartache doesn't change
Wr've got tol rearrange
And bring our world somewhere.
And does it really matter
If there's a Heaven up above?
We sure could use some love.
Because we all live under the same sun
We all walk under the same moon
Then why, why can't we live as one?
I don't know the name of this song, nor who wrote it, but it has a
strong and important message in it. We passed through the me generation,
through the us generation, now we're in the I'll kill you generation... ya,
it's real fun walking down the street wearing your favorite color and getting
killed for it. ya, it's a blast. it's also a blast getting into a fight
and having the otherpersons friends come after you, even though he started it
by hitting you, and you were defending yourself. whatever happened to
dealing with your own problems? now it's "mess with me and i'll get my
friends on your ass". ya, fun tymes now... now it's black and white (no
races meant by that), right and wrong, friend and enemy. now, if you're
not a friend you're an enemy. if you don't agree you're wrong. it's all
bullshit too. there was almost a fight started by a girl i know between about
70 people because another girl stopped being friends with her. she was about
to get 30 people on her x-friends ass, so her x-friends brother got 30 to
protect her and 10 to beat the crap outa the person who started the shit in
the first place. luckily it ended before it got started. is this how we
really wanna live? in one continuous goddamn war? in one long fight between
a few groups of people?
You wanna know what started all this shit between the red and blue?
A pair of fucking reebok's. that's it. a pair of lousy thirty dollar shoes
are what yer killing for, fighting for, dying for. and it happened years
ago. the person who started one fo the colors stole the shoes from the guy
who started the other color. of course, the second guy get's his friends.
The first guy does the same. bing bada BAM! you got yer red and blue. you
willing to die over a pair of shoes? a pair of gym shoes...
Now, on to warmer tidings. ah yes...the lovely world of gangs.
where two people can fight with the greatest of ease.
ATTENTION! This ad has been seen in the local paper:
Do you want pain? Do you want a knife shoved
up where it don't belong? Do you want to be
shot at every time you turn a corner? then
join a gang! The answer to every kids
problems! Leanr how to gang up on a little
wimp wiht five of your friends! In advanced
courses learned to use knives in the process!
Also learn to be ganged up on!
WHEEEEEE! soundz like a blast (no pun intended) to me.
so, still feel like getting stabbed up yer croch fer some tennie's
someone stole a few years back?
I think it get's pretty sad when a gun shot can ring out and no one
looks around. how would you feel if that was you that just got shot?
Gangs suck
Nekrosyne
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Find Out
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Timeless.............................
Boredom is timeless..................
My, what a fuck of a day............
Not nearly as bad as the day in OK...
Why did that happen? what can bring out such cowardice...such
melovolent feelings to kill some many innocent children and many possibly
not-so-innocent adults?
Insanity will set you free...........
Will it really though? Will insanity ever truly give us an answer?
Babbling....within sanity is found the insanity of believing chaos is order,
and order chaos.
The soul is a flame forever burning..
Am I the only one who feels we are being extinguished...by the
society that seeks to rob us of our rights, our minds, our souls? who else
is tired to do-this do-that? It's one thing if it is to help us, TRULY help
us, but a lesson learned the easy way is a lesson not learned...
Hahahah..............................
Stupid, dumbass world....i feel like nothing the way i am writing
this...sorry nothing, if i'm leaching yer style here or something.
Satanic youth........................
That's what we are, rebelious. We are tired of being held down by
a power that really isn't there. All power our parents have over us is
completely figurative. They only have the power we allow them.....vYrus has
tested this one a few times.........oh ya, vY i found something you might
wanna see.
If i'm boring you sorry..............
I'm sick...tired...and i feel stoned although a J hasn't passed
near me in a while... shit.
Parents gone.........................
Not gonna be home till 11:30 - 12:00.... lucky me. PARTY!!!! ya
right. party my left ass cheek. i'd fall asleep by ten..... aphrodesia
insense.... heheheh. (if you don't understand that one yer lame)
I hope i'm not taking up much time...
Shit, we dont' have much of it.... just a lowly 80 years...maybe
longer, if we're carefull. likely none of us will lve to see 80. not with
AIDS, smoking, drugs, alcohol, and women drivers....
Timeless.............................
Boredom is timeless..................
cYa in Hell
-Nekrosyne
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Delayed Reactions
I recently discovered my favorite plant which has been around for
an awful long time, and I am sure you have heard of this before. MARIJUANA!
YeS! Like everytime I ever smoked it I didn't feel shit except for the little
high you get just from smoke being in your system. So anyway, I got some FAT
green bud from Nekrosyne's big bro. Anyway, the night I got the dank I went
outside to my backyard, figured I would smoke a bowl. I smoked it, and didn't
feel shit. That is very strange. I have heard of people who don't get stoned
the first time they smoke weed, but this must have been like my fourth time
and i had not felt any major stonation going on. I was a tad dissed, but oh
well, i figured maybe my body was immune to THC or something. Then easter
rolled around, so i decided to celebrate...I pulled out the pot and packed a
bowl. Nekrosyne and I went down to the park, and I toked that shit for about
10 mintues. I must have smoked a bowl and a half. I started walkin home,
dissapointed AGAIN....there has been so many times I smoked weed and had to
actually FAKE like i felt something. 1) At the VEA (Vintage Experimental Area)
2) At vYrus's house the night Vect0r 0(Drag0n X for all you Xenodorks ð]),
3) With my cousin Matt, 4) Outside my house....so I guess you could say
I wasn't gonna be spending my life savings on this stuff anymore. I got
back home and Nek started fucking around with the board, while I just sat
there in my chair staring at a poster of a chick in her underwear(Neriah
Davis?) when all of the sudden I turned my head and WHOOOOOOOSH, i realized
that I was FUCKED up. I was off my ass completely, but the weird thing about
being stoned is you are perfectly concious the whole time, and it doesn't
alter your thoughts that much. You get *very* paranoid that someone is
gonna see your eyes(by the way, my pupils enveloped my whole eyes) or
someone will notice you are acting strangely. The feeling is almost
indescribable....let's see, it is like you feel all warm and every few secs
your brain and muscles seem to tingle and "buzz" (hah) and you feel so
happy, it is like the best feeling in the world. What scares ME is that I
will get hooked on it and I will be spending all my cash on it and then
getting all stupid from killing brain cells. I AM aware of the dangers. What
REALLY sucks is that someone saw me smoking it, and it just happened to be a
lady who works with my mom. Wonderful. So then I got a lecture from mommy
about how I don't need that stuff and shit. Anyway, I am currently waiting
for Nek's bro to bring me a 20 sack....ROCK! If you are scared into never
trying it because or D.A.R.E. (Drugs Are Really Expensive) don't worry about
it. If you smoke, and cigarettes control you, I mean you have an actual
addiction, I don't recommend smoking buds becuase then you could get hooked.
Bascially you have to CONTROL yourself. I know most of you dudes out there
are hella elite(ha) and have already smoked it, but for people who DID smoke
it, and didnt get anything out of it, try it again! Just keep going...You
will definatly feel it when you are stoned. Peace be with you all, this has
been just another T.Y.M.E....anybody needs weed, leave me a message on my bbs
I can get it to ya for cheap. Later.
Stewart [TA] [TNUG] [DES] [XREALM] [KOS]
...fuck yeah.
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Memories Best Left Forgotten
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This was a letter i had written to one of my old ex girlfriends. I really
cared about her, but she dumped me on my ass. The original letter was two
written pages long, but i'm not sure how long it will be here.
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Dear Les:
These are going to sound really corny, but they're all little
pieces of sentences i've always wanted to say to you:
"Thinking about you always makes me feel better when i'm down...
Feeling the soft touch of you hand against mine makes hy heart
flutter in a way that can only be love... Just seeing your face
near me brings up a deep, primal feeling of protection, protection
for my heart, a protection only you can provide.. Just holding you
in my arms and feeling your heart beat in sync with mine
tells me we were meant for each other... I've known there
was something meant to happen between us when i first spoke to you...
That something has happened: we have fallen into a deep and soulful
love for each other, we each never want to part with the other...
We are fragmented souls looking for the matching piece of
ourselves... and we have found the missing piece... it was love...
it had never surfaced for us to find because no-one special
has helped i surface for me... You have brought the missing section
of my soul into view... for me to grasp and hold in my arms...
as i hold the missing part of my life... the soft, glowing rays
of the large piece of eternal wisdom slowly melts, and reshapes...
into long, wavy hair... the lower half turns into solid flesh, and
i feel a live heart thumping against my chest and a
warm breath blowing across my neck... i draw the now living
being away and look at it's shining blue eyes; the color of
the sky on an exceptionally clear day... the captivating eyes
look at mine with an image of caring, of tenderness... I
survey the rest of the face before me... the high cheekbones,
the face of one who has been through much and experienced
little... your face. you silently raise one hand and brush
a place on my cheek.. bringing your hand away, i
notice a glistening drop on it, a tear. I have been crying
in happiness from finding the one i want to be with. You.
As i look into your eyes, a change comes over them, from a
look of sorrow and pain to one of relief and joyfulness.
As a tear runs down your cheek and you smile unsteadily,
I let a tear from my eye run on to my finger. You
do the same, and we slowly bring our hand together. As
the drops of emotion from each of us connect, a hiss and
a flash reveal something suspended in air: a sparkling,
teardrop diamond. The drop glows with a source of un-
indentifiable power, and slowly circling us, it releases hair-thin
bands of blue light. The light winds tighter and draws us
together... we are pressed together, yet there is no discomfort,
as if we were molded into each other. This line draws us a
little closer and by now, tears are spilling down
our cheeks, each creating a gem where they land on the ground.
I carefully wrap my arms around you, and squeeze gently.
The muffled sobs are enough to crack a normal person's heart, but
i know the tears mean nothing but love. My own drop
are running down in torrents, as i hug you, and the bands of light form
an impenatrable barrier.
"Now we are together," I whisper softly, "Forever." You say nothing,
still shaking. A muffled noise soon comes from your mouth and as
i draw you away, your eyes are shining as you repeat what you
had spoken.
"I love you."
This is weird, Les. But i'm crying as i write this. I have
never written anything full as emotion like this. I hope you
understand. I love you, Lesley. Always. And forever.
-E.N.
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E.N. being my first name and middle name. That was a sign of trust between
the two of us, using our middle names. Bah. Some trust. Two days after
Valentine's Day, she dumped me on my ass.
Fuck them women, they got no respect for us men.
Jesus Christ.
God help us all.
-vYrus
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=-> First Time for Everything <-=
Damn, what do ya know.....this time I have to agree with state law!
I am talking about the leash law. And I know probably what you are thinking,
what a lame topic, but hell, this recent incident has really affected me.
Around December ViPER got a new purebred boxer puppy for his birthday.
Since he is the color of rust, we call him Rusty(or sometimes Oxidiation)
This little dog was so cute, but very annoying sometimes, but you could see he was
full of love. Anyway, he started getting bigger, and now he is about half
grown, but he is still really cool looking. Anyway, yesterday ViPER and I
were walking him without a leash. We played with him in the park, and then
talked about how sad it would be if something happend to him, because he is
considered part of the family now, and I don't think I would want another dog
if Rusty dies. Anyway, we dropped by vYrus's house, and then Nek's house. We
were gonna walk down to Ranch Market, so Nek loaned me sum cash and vYrus
gave me a buck to pick him up a diet caffeine free pepsi. (HAHA! inside joke.)
As we were walking down the street, Rusty walks ok in the street in front of
a white car. SMACK! I scream in horror, "NOOOOO!!!!!!" And Rusty takes off
running at full speed down the street. We could not catch him, but we knew
he ran all the way down to trower. ViPER borrowed Nek's bike, and I kept
calling him, praying he was not hurt, and he was just bruised. He SEEMED ok,
the way he ran without limping whatsoever. I could not find him, and ran home
hoping ViPER found him. On the way my mom drives by and picks me up. Turns
out that when he ran to Trower he got hit again, HARD, this time twisting his
back leg around and around, completely fucking him up BAD. Then he couldn't
run, but just lie on the ground and limp and yelp. Some lady went up to him
trying to help him, and Rusty bit her, so now he is in quarantine for ten
days. Then we were given an option.
1: We put a cast on his back leg, and hope it heals naturally correct.
2: We spend $1,500 bucks and have him surgically repaired, and we will be
able to run and and play again.
So my parents are gonna PAY the 1500 bucks, even though it will put us in
the poorhouse. I think this really shows how people have the instinct to love
not just people, but also animals as companions. When we first got Rusty
I wasn't sure if I was going to fall in love with him(no sick ideas guys,
i am being sincere) but just yesterday I realized how much I consider him as
one of the family members, and how out household just doesnt feel right
without his presence. I also have made a solemn dedication to FLIP OFF any
mother FUCKER who speeds in my neighborhood. Maybe I should by a pellet gun
and shoot anyone who does. Anyway, those are my thoughts. I just hope
the surgery goes well.
By the way: For $1500 bucks, we could buy FIVE more purebred boxers and have
Rusty casted. I'd say that dog means a lot to us.
BlindSpoT
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Sat and Watched
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Staring into the moniter, dead-eyed, he sat and watched.
Sat and watched.
Sat and watched.
The reforming colors were dazzling, pinks and purples and red and blues.
They swirled madly in a rush of sight and little sound. The sounds... Gods,
the sounds.
They were calming sounds. Sounds of the ocean waves lapping at the shore.
The sounds of your significant other breathing in your ear. The sound of
a purring kitten.
Chad stared in wonder as these images and sounds formed and reformed.
Sat and watched.
Sat and watched.
This phrase, "sat and watched" was drilling into his brain. He didn't
know why, but he didn't care. He didn't want to disturb the magnificent
display on his moniter.
A loud knock at the door caught his attention, and his computer went
blank. Disappointed, he yelled "WHAT!" through the thin walls. It was his
mother telling him to go to bed.
Chad looked at the clock and sighed. 11:30pm. Damn. He would have to wait
until tomorrow to see the images again.
Sat and watched.
That phrase plagued his dreams. He couldn't figure out why.
The next day, he got up and went to school. Everything seemed normal.
* * * * *
Sat and watched.
Chad shook his head, as if to shake the offending words from his mind.
They were really getting on his nerves. During English class, his teacher
asked him to repeat one of Shakespeare's famous quotes.
"Sat and watched," he answered, immediatly regretting his words. Thus
followed a long discussion about paying attention in class, blah dee blah.
During lunch, his girlfriend and a few more of her friends, plus HIS
friends all asked if he wanted to go camping this weekend. Giggles. Laughs.
"Sat and watched," he answered helplessly.
They all looked at him as if he was crazy. Then they left. Only his girl-
friend remained.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, concerned.
He turned his tired gaze towards her, and she gasped. He was not looking
well at all. His eyes were a clouded, milky white. She waved her hand
slowly before his eyes, elicting no response.
She took him by the hand and started walking him towards the restrooms.
"Chad? Chad? Are you all right?"
Against her better judgement, she walked into the men's restroom with him
to help him splash some water on his face.
No response.
Well...
Chad turned to her, his eye now bloodshot and tired-looking. He knelt down,
fiddled with his shoe for a minute, and straightened back up with a large
knife in his hand.
Her eyes grew wide. "C-c-chad.." she tried to say, stumbling over her
words, "Please don't hurt me."
He advanced towards her, brandishing the weapon menacingly.
A few minutes later, the knife unforgotten on the floor, Chad sat down
on his heels. And watched her die.
Sat and watched.
Sat and watched.
Satisfied, he left the restroom, forgetting the knife, and his girlfriend.
As if they had never existed.
Later that day, as he got home from school and was staring intently at
the incredible imagery on his computer, his mother knocked again.
"DINNERTIME!" she yelled with her throaty voice.
Living with his mother and little brother was no easy task. In an
apartment of all places. He considered it his own personal hell.
He walked out of the room, flipping the light switch. The colors ceased.
Roughly ten minutes later, his mother was laying in a pool of her own
blood, coughing wetly, clutching the fork stuck in her throat.
And Chad watched her die.
Sat and watched.
Sat and watched.
Chad re-awoke from his mindless stupor. He blinked. He screamed.
His little brother came pounding into the kitchen, and stopped with a
short cry of surprise. He had felt Chad's computer beckon him, persue
him. His eyes narrowed.
Scant minutes later, Chad was next to his mother on the floor, lying
next to the toppled refridgerator, every bone in both legs broken, bleeding
profusely.
And his little brother sat there.
And watched him die.
Sat and watched.
Sat and watched...
-vYrus [TYME] '95
**Note**
Hope you enjoyed it. Give me some feedback. Or write something for TYME.
We are always looking for new writers. This file written in class. =]
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Interview with the Editor
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IRC log started Thu Jun 15 23:49
*** Pinguino (Joyce@hilife.cts.com) has joined channel #haze
<vYrus> hawr rawr
<Pinguino> This is an interview
<vYrus> very observant. =]
<Pinguino> everything you say can and will be used against you
<vYrus> no problem.
<Pinguino> what is the name you go by?
<vYrus> my real name or my nick?
<Pinguino> the name people would call you if they called you on the phone
<vYrus> billy joe bob the buttlover.
<vYrus> no.. seriously..
<Pinguino> Give your adoring audience your ansi scene history
<vYrus> i used to do warez when i first got on the net, and then i missed out
on a few days, and i came back and everyone was being assholes, so i
started hangong out in #ansi... i was in nimbus as a lit writer for a
little while until they died, then i just
<vYrus> kind of bopped around, and set up confs for people, and so acid invited
me in as telecom.
<Pinguino> cool..
<vYrus> afterthat, a bunch of groups invited me. but i stuck with acid.
<vYrus> for some stupid reason. =]
<Pinguino> what do you think of people who fall asleep on the phone and snore?
<vYrus> i think they should be dragged awake and shot.
<Pinguino> hehe liar
<vYrus> what? seriously.
<Pinguino> :P ok what would you do if someone served you a disk of spam
and green eggs?
<vYrus> a disk? i would pop it in the disk drive and attempt to play it.
<Pinguino> disk=dish
<vYrus> ah.
<Pinguino> im tired
<Pinguino> can ya tell?
<vYrus> i would revel in the spam, let it melt along my tongue, and shove
the eggs up my left nostril, and dance around my living room
singing jhnny b. goode.
<Pinguino> hehe you're outta school. what are you going to do next with
your life?
<vYrus> sleep for a really long time.
<vYrus> then i'm gonna go to the junior college ad take computer science
courses.
<vYrus> and get a job, and move out.
<Pinguino> same here. =) What's your life dream if you could do/be/have
anything you want?
<Pinguino> What kind of job?
<vYrus> do: start my own company, makes lots of money, and never worry about
anything ever again. be: a millionaire have: you.
<vYrus> any kind of job. i should be doing stuff with a local cpu store
called PC Solutions
<Pinguino> are you allowed to flirt with the interviewer?
<vYrus> does the interviewer permit me to?
<Pinguino> you're the editor. Editors are gods. they do what they want. they
have the blue pen.
<vYrus> rawr.
<vYrus> i'm keeping this intact and letting YOU edit it.
<vYrus> i just realse the damn things. =]
<Pinguino> does the ansi scene influence your career goals in any way, shape,
or form?
<vYrus> it gives me a distraction when i'm mad at life.
<Pinguino> why do you have a capitalized Y in your nick all the time?
<vYrus> other then that, ansi people introduced me to confs, which introduced
me to fones.. and so forth.
<vYrus> for emphasis. and because my ex told me it looked like a dick and it
annoyed her. =]
<Pinguino> hehe
<Pinguino> what were you doing july 10, 1983?
<vYrus> sucking my thumb and watching sesme street.
<Pinguino> heheeh how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center
of a tootsie pop?
<vYrus> i don't know. ask mister owl.
<Pinguino> Do you think you were a dog in your former life?
<vYrus> actually, i thin ki was elvis. but i never proved that, so the theory
went down the drain.
<Pinguino> are you very good at singing elvis songs? do you annoy people that
way?
<vYrus> i can sing elvis in a moderate way, but anything wildy oustanding. and
i have never tried to annoy people iwh tit..
<Pinguino> do you think your other songs, like the warez wheels on the bus one,
annoy people?
<vYrus> hey, that warez on the bus song is MINE.
<vYrus> and that was also the sole reason they were created.. to annoy people.
<Pinguino> hehe is moshing a sport?
<vYrus> of course.
<vYrus> but FINGER PAINTING.. now THATS a sport.
<Pinguino> shoudl you have to get a blue athletic card at school for finger
painting, since you need one for academic league?
<vYrus> whats that mean?
<Pinguino> should you get a physical before you're allowed to fingerpaint?
<vYrus> next question
* vYrus missed his physical for the fingerpainting course.
<Pinguino> uhh.. why do you like playing questions with Penguin?
<vYrus> because we have to struggle to think up new questions, and that's
the only excersize my brains gets at night.
<Pinguino> How many brain cell (s) do you have?
<vYrus> not enough.
<Pinguino> do you have an ego?
<vYrus> a what?
<Pinguino> What do you think of op wars (remider: you participate)
<vYrus> i never do any actual opping or deopping, i just like to play
with the channel topic
<Pinguino> Describe the dream ansi you would like to see someone create
*** vYrus has changed the topic on channel #haze to [vYrus] Just the two
of us [Penguin]
<Pinguino> =)
<Pinguino> very nice example
<vYrus> and elite one for my board. a big,gigantic 1000 liner full of color,
copied from an issue of penthouse. with my board name on it.
<Pinguino> hehe how long have you sysoped and which bbs is yours?
<vYrus> well. my board in itself ain't up yet, i am having problems netogiating
with my father, and the name is Under The Influence. or uTi..
<vYrus> other then that, i have sysop for many local board for ove1 1/2 years
<Pinguino> Are you in love with the pink power ranger?
<vYrus> no way. yellow all the way.
<Pinguino> what kind of comic books do you read?
<vYrus> not many. detonator, gargoyles, superman, backlash, xmnen, rogue,
bishop
<Pinguino> what do you think of marvel's policies and how they're ruining
the comic book scene for others?
<vYrus> i don't follow up on that kind of stuff. i read fo fun.
<Pinguino> who's your favorite artist in the world, computer art or real
<vYrus> cat and schitzosynth
<vYrus> for vga
<Pinguino> What do you think of trndy music?
<Pinguino> like greenday, nirvana, offspring
<vYrus> define "trendy".
<Pinguino> stuff eveyone else idolizes and plays out to the extreme, and likes
becaseu everyone else does
<vYrus> trendy music is only the albums that have been beaten to death. there
are other albums that "trendy" groups release that peopl ehaven't even
heard.
<Pinguino> cool. ok since Im tired we'll wrap up this interview with one
question... what is the question to the answer of the life, univer,
and everything?
<vYrus> forty-two.
<Pinguino> univer=universe
<Pinguino> thanks for the interview, it was fun, and hopefully entertaining
for your loyal fans and rock carrying enemies.
<Pinguino> any greets you have can be inserted here:
<vYrus> greets?
<Pinguino> uh huh
<vYrus> non.e
<Pinguino> k
<Pinguino> bye..
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Ponderings
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As I am sitting here on an ACiD conference, recovering from a bad case
of burnout, my mind is wandering off to the little place i retreat to when
i am too badly stoned. In fact, i am having problems typing this t-file
right now.
One thing i was thinking about was a really nasty joke someone played on
me on irc today.. There is this chick down in San Diego whose nick is
Penguin, and me and her seemed to hit it off pretty damn well. Everytime
i have a method, i call her. Boom. No problem. Today, on irc, this dude
named Crisis msgs me and says "Penguin was great last night" and he just
went on and on about all this shit. About how he and Penguin were now
together. (btw, i can swear to god i can taste pot in the back of my
throat.) Scared the crap out of me. Normally, i wouldn't give much of a
shit, but i kind of have fallen for Penguin. Which might be dumb of me,
which might not be. I dunno. But when Crisis started talking the way he
was, i found myself getting pretty fucking upset.
ANYWAY... enough of that... i hate my father. He is a hypocrite and he
is incredibly opinionated. Reminds me just a little bit of Soultaker and/or
RaD_Man of ACiD... (JUST KIDDING%@^&!*).. Penguin sent me a picture, and
he fucking picked it up and started making smartass comments. None of which
i can remember, being stoned and all, but i do know that i got particularly
mad about something at him.
The internet sucks! Nobody get an internet acct. It's lame. It's worth-
less. Nobody needs to desperatly get on the 'net. The only reasons i can
think of is possibly to use the World Wide Web. Or ftp. Or some shit. But
I would definatly tell you to stay the fuck off IRC. It's worthless. The
ansi scene sucks, the aYCHpEE scene sucks, the warez scene sucks. These
are the more popular of the "scenes" and i would definatly say they all
really suck dick.
Mind Wanderings: Why am i here... why am i here to put up with shit from
people, and why do i let them? Doesn't seem to fair to me. But hey, as
everyone and anyone is gonna tell me, "LIFE AIN'T FAIR". Yeah, well, fuck
you very much. I don't give a fuck. I'm rambling right now, and the music
on the radio sucks, and these fools on the conf are babbling about local
BBS's... local to THEM, kindly.
Well. I know all you locals are going to laugh at me, but i quit ACiD.
Muhahahhaa@#$!! Fuck me. I never made a deal of it, and this is exactly
why i didn't. I knew it would come to an end. OH! Let me tell you about a
wonderful little call i get from "that founder guy". (coughcough)
I am stoned. (This has become a daily thing, almost. woo.) I am leaving
to go light some more. The phone rings. On it, are rM, Sinned Soul, and
Soultaker. A few things i remember are rM giving me some nice threat.
"Hey, are you handicapped?"
"No... why?"
"Would you like to be?"
At this, i frowned. rM is not normally a dick. But hell. Out of line.
Big fucking deal... i dunna care. It overwith now. And all of you who
read TYME, inform any ld board that i am on and you are on that i have
quit. I still call some boards and see some variation of "ACiD, 707,
t3l3c0m d00d" etc. as my user note.
Music... what baout music... let me tell you about music. I have recently
started taking an intrest in industrial or techno-style. Loud, digitized,
synth shit. I love that shit. Nine Inch Nails is also a favorite of mine.
Trent sings elite shit.
Well, Soultaker has gone to bed, leaving his phone off the hook, and
Penguin and I are the only ones left on the conf, so i suppose that i will
talk to her for a little bit. Lates..
(btw, if you wonder why TYME doesn't release as often as we did, it's
because i am paying an extraneous amount of attention to Penguin. =] )
-vYrus
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Diseased Thoughts
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Well. Right now i am extremely stoned off my ass. And i want to make some
statements. i don't know why, i just do. so nyah. they might be cool, they
might piss you off, but i'm stoned, so don't worry about it.
i think the ansi scene to to chill out and quit being so fucking
competetive. you know what i mean..
i think i need to fly way up in the cloud with the wind in my hair and ears
and my feet off the ground. oh god, that would rule. h0h0
this cheese bread that i am eating right now is yummy
i think that i ought to finish texts when i begin to write them.
i need a life.
i need a better job.
i need a large purple bear that screams when you hug it.
kinda like a cloud i was up way up in the sky and i was feeling some feelings
you wouldn't believe sometimes i don't believe them myself i decided i was
never coming down just then a tiny little dot caught my eye it was just about
too small to see but i watched it way too long it was pulling me down.
(if you don't know what this is from you aren't a true nine inch nails fan.)
i need to start paying my share of the rent where i live.
one got wasted and the other's a waste.
asshole!
you know i think that the world would be better off if we all had yummy
cheese bread at our immediate disposal.
i think if i think about cheese bread i am going to puke. too many oreos.
i think i need to quit eating junk food. and if you believe that, i have this
bridge to sell you...
phear the butterman.
who the fuck is the butterman?
help me. alien parasites are devouring my roommates.
wow, they're ugly little fuckers, aren't they?
i think we need the phone reconnected by pacbell or i am never gonna be able
to distribute this release.
sleeeep... i need sleeeep... the little purple dragon sitting on my stereo is
telling me to take a nap but i have to go to work in a half an hour.
dos edit sucks.
any kind of document that isn't in ascii text sucks.
kind of a contradiction, ain't it?
this little two year old child running around the place is driving me nuts.
i think i'll kill him.
our cat is named Tweak. think about it.
i think this song on the radio sucks dick.
i think i need more then eight megs of ram because i can't run dos edit and
screamtracker3 at the same time without getting an "out of memory" message.
if you don't know what screamtracker3 is, you're an idiot. or else you need
a soundblaster.
why do i have to use three different electric razors to get a complete shave
in the morning?
if i got a TYME t-shirt into production, would anyone buy it?
i shall dump my girlfriend as soon as i see her again. bitch.
this little kid is bawling. i think i'll break his neck.
i think i am going to get into some serious trouble. i didn't know a wrist
could bend so far in that direction. and why is he screaming so loud?
...on a magic carpet ride...
wax my butt?
i think anyone that actually read to this point in the issue is a fucking
idiot who has nothing better to do with their time.
but i love you all anyway.
-vYrus
um.. nevermind.
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Sleeping Habits
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"YAHTZEE!@$#"
What the fuck?
"If i had a fucking can i would kill someone."
Repeat that one more time?
"Six sex sock seck soak sack seven six sex socks..."
What the hell is this shit?
This shit is people's sleeping habits. These phrases were all said by
my roommate in his sleep.
"HEEEYYY!@#@ I NEED SOMETHING TO DRINK!$!@# MAKE THAT NEGRO GET ME
SOMETHING TO DRINK!@#!" <sounds of smacking lips>
Now the only reason i put that particular line in this text was because
he yelled it just now. JUST now. As i am writing.
When i still lived with my parents, i rarely spent the night at home.
On nights when i would actually sleep, my friends usually conked out before
me. So i had my chance to observe. And i would always wonder, "Why do they
do this in their sleep?"
I snore. Pure and simple. People make fun of me. I don't care. It's loud,
yes, but its natural for most of the male population and some of the females.
But there is a scientific explanation for this. Deviated Septum. A fucked up
nose. Pure and simple also. But what causes people to talk in their sleep?
Or sleepwalk?
One guy that lived here used to sleepwalk. I imagine he still does, but
he has long since moved out. But anyhow, I would be watching some movie at
about 3am (no cable, goddammit.) and he would walk out in his boxers,
scratching some various part of his body. His head most of the time. Or
his ass. He would look straight at me, mumble something unintelligable, and
walk back into his bedroom.
In the morning he would recall absolutely none of it.
Which, quite frankly, scared the fuck out of me. That one person can
perform normal, everyday movements perfectly in his sleep, and never
remember it? How can his body tell him to do this? While SLEEPING? Sleep
is relaxing and for restoring the body's energy. Isn't sleepwalking an
unneccasary spending of energy? Or maybe it's because the body has the
energy replenished, but the restoration is not complete?
I don't know. And at the current moment, completely cut off from the
outside world (our friggin phone line is disconnected for a few more days,
so no more net and no research on this subject.), i won't know for a while.
But it gives me a chance to think while everyone is asleep. And it lets me
observe. Which makes me seem (and feel) like a scientist studying rats.
Just a minute ago, i heard a door open. One of my friends came in. It
is eight o'clock in the morning, and he just dropped off someone at home,
and he doesn't want to go home. Okay, no problem.
But how people can drop into a dead sleep in less then twenty seconds
after sitting down is beyond me. Even i require a couple minutes for my
body to start shutting itself down for sleep. But shit, he comes in, sits
down, plop, snore. I can stay awake for a week straight, eating no food
and drinking only water, and after seven days of no sleep, i will STILL
require a couple minutes between the time i lay down and the time i
crash.
It must be me. I see other people do it in a heartbeat. Sit. Lie down.
Close eyes. Snore. All in ten to fifteen seconds. Like i said, it's beyond
me.
"What." <he's talking again> "Fuck off, i'm helping myself."
Now what triggers talking? Dreams? People have told me a few times i
spoke in my sleep with only one or two discernable words. One was "Kaiser".
This drove me crazy for a week. Could i have been referring to the hospital
chains? Or a position in German government? WWII is and always has been the
most fascinating point in history to me, but this is a little to extreme.
And the morning after, i couldn't even recall dreaming.
Okay, yes, people forget dreams. But if a dream is vivid enough as to
where you begin TALKING, shouldn't you be able to remember it? Why not?
My roommate is always amazed when he hears what he said the night before.
I am amazed when i am told. He thinks it's funny. It's normal for him. He
talks nonsense. But i'm scared of it. What if i say something that could
incriminate me? It's happened. I was saying one of my friend's girlfriend's
names in my sleep and i had a big arguement with him the next day.
But it wasn't my fault! I couldn't even remember a dream, much less
explain why it was HIS girlfriend i had to be talking about!
Now Kaiser and a name are legit topics. They can be followed up on. But
this is me, who speaks single words.
What kind of mindset creates these insane sentences of babble? Why, at
roughly 2 to 2:30am, he has to yell as loud as he can (and strangely enough,
not wake himself up. shit, i snore so loud i wake myself up.) this phrase:
"Hold on and i'll go get the house."
Hello? And this means what, now? And "make that negro get me something
to drink"? I admit, this is a legitimate sentence, but what can set off
"Six sex sock seck soak sack seven six sex socks..." and such babble? It
staggers me to think that people's minds are that out of order. Not as
in unfunctional, but as in.. well, cluttered is the only word that comes
to mind.
(Goddamn, the other guy (the enagaged one) is snoring so loud he sounds
like a fucking foghorn. It's a wonder his fiance gets any sleep at night.)
Well. I guess i am off to bed. I hope this text sets you thinking. I
don't care if i make noises or snore or talk or even sleepwalk while i'm
asleep, but i swear to god, if i ever find any footage or tape of me doing
any of that...
Sweet dreams. hehehehehhe... =]
- vYrus
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The howl from the bathroom signaled something was wrong.
Brad raced in to find Shiela screaming endlessly, clutching her face.
The skin was literally melting off her face, dripping and running like
a think milkshake. She screamed louder as her eyeball oozed gently from the
socket, landing with a soft thump in her palm.
Even then, her fleshy hands began to squish and run together, exposing
pale bones and the pins put in her wrist when she was eight. The unblinking
eyeball stared mercilessly at her as she felt other parts of her body
stream away in goopy strands, like melted bubble gum this time.
The flesh between her fingers finally let loose, and the bones in her
hand seperated, letting the eye thunk to the floor, rolling over with
bits of fuzz and tile chunks embedded in the iris and scalera.
Her screams became half gargles as her throat melted away, yet her mouth
still moved, dripping pus and blood and running skin.
She turned away from the mirror, looking at Brad with a helpless expression
locked on her decaying form. Brad winced at backed away from her clawing
and bare fingers.
She curled them inwards, looking at them, and shaking her head violently,
drops of a no-longer-identifiable material gushed in spurts from her
forehead, flying out like juice from a crushed fruit. A few drops splattered
on Brad, sizzling like acid.
Invisible tears were streaming down her face in torrents, streaking away
skin and flesh as if it were nothing more then makeup. She was making
soft sobbing sounds, but due to the seepage in her throat, it sounded more
as if she were drowning.
Brad watched, images flashing through his mind at a rapid and terrifying
pace. Their first meeting. Their first kiss. The locket. He grappled with
his memory, his sanity, desperatly trying to think of what could have caused
this awful catastrophe.
Brad shuddered. Fuck that. Turning his attention back to Sheila, he gasped.
She had continued to melt away, screaming soundlessly. As her last remains
pooled into a lump on her bathrobe, her stained skull grinning evilly
at him, Brad reached down and picked out the locket he had given her.
He opened it, looked inside, and screamed as loud as he could...
Until the flesh in his throat began to run.
-vYrus [TYME]
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Complaints
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there is definatly something wrong with my life.
i am sitting here in my bedroom at roughly 4:30am, and the laptop sitting
next to my linux box here just put itself into suspend mode.
makes me wonder.
what if i could put my life into suspend mode? just halt it for a few
minutes a day? or a few days, weeks, months, years, whatever at a time?
where would i come out? my life is fucked as it is, so delaying it
probably wouldn't do anything. plus, i would miss all the new
technological revolutionary crap.
"*yawn*."
this is like, the sixth night in a row i have been up past 4am. i think
my sleeping schedules are a little fucked. if i ever get a real job, i am
gonna be in some deep shit.
night jobs!
yeah right. i am lazy. pure and simple. everyone knows it. pure and
simple. but you can't possibly think that someone can be so lazy as to
have a paying job that promises not to fire you, but you don't go anyway?
i have to work only three hours a day, but i haven't gone to work in a month.
sheeiit. you're probably thinking i am an idiot.
here i am, 16 years old, out of school (took the california equivalent to
a GED) and i have no life. i spend sixteen hours a night (hah) typing
little phosphorus characters on a little hi-rez tv attached to a big
plastic and metal box with a bunch of machinery in it. and people say
nights aren't fun.
blah. now that my sudden burst of wanting to write is over, i think i
will go back to irc or reading that stupid dto tfile line (if you want my
real opinion, i think mogel and bF should have stuck to hOe and pEz. this
dtO crap sucks. and who's this murmur guy?@!@!??)
tyme is by no means dead. just. uh. suspended. yeah. that's it. it's been
suspended while i get my ass in gear.
look for aftermath.com coming soon. a full mudserver running the best
fucking gui mud you ever saw in your life. but we have to code it first.
ahahahahah... if you think you can help at all, regarding machine parts,
money, coding, vga artwork, etc, drop us a line at netvamp@community.net
or root@vyrus.community.net (this server will jump up and down from the
net, so try the netvamp one first.) we would appreciate any possible help
anybody can give us.
well. that has got to be the most interesting thing i have written all
night. bleah. i am going back to reading. my brainfart is finished, and i
no longer feel like typing.
ph34r me - m0gel
- vYrus
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Be Careful What You Say!
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This is my little collection of quotes taken out of context! Heh. Enjoy.
(Btw, if you want to know who said these, just ask)
I do whatever my Rice Krispies tell me to! - Abbadon
Something about masturbation.. - vYrus
Can't touch the butterman! - aYCHbEE
God grows it, I smoke it, that settles it. - Abbadon and BlindSpoT
Man made booze, God made pot, who do YOU trust? - vYrus
Your girlfriend's parents are not your enemies. Your girlfriend
is your enemy and her parents are her allies. - S0l0mn
Men will not be safe in this world with drugs, AIDS, alcohol, and
women drivers. - Abbadon
Dude, you can't even fuck up right! - aYCHbEE
Oose bief Brother Boner. - Abbadon
Give me liberty or give me death - BlindSpoT while trying to be funny
Don't tread on me or I'll kick you in the face. - Abbadon
Tell me where the fuck that is! - BlindSpoT
I'll get you laid for that hack! - said by PheedbacK after I spoofed him
on IRC.
Boredom is timeless. - Abbadon
Stop raking, you infernal bitch! - Soultaker
Sir, you're changing the phone number on me! - Some stupid Encore operator
Damn, I hacked your DOS box! - DisordeR
We are the United States Government. We don't do that sort of thing. - Quote
from Sneakers
It's in two pieces, but it still works. - Abbadon
<sigh> - vYrus while listening to Abbadon and BlindSpoT argue
PH34R M3%$@#!$%^@! - mogel
Let's see how many boners there are in the phone book.. - bF leaving a
message on my vmb.
I'm paying for this call. Fix that. - RaD_Man
That's the sound of my cat scratching my ass. - BlindSpoT
I need the batteries for something else. - bR0k3n
I'll show you how to use it! - Shockwave
Self-taught gynecologist. - BlindSpoT during a gross-out arguement
This strawberry sundae has cherries on it. What the fuck? - Black Francis
I'm hearing rumors... - Sinned Soul
I'm bearing your child, vYrus! - Bludzy
Domealogodomealogodomealogo... - Some dude begging me for a logo after I
explained to him six times I don't draw ansi.
u r dewmed - Superfly
Radman is a weenie - unknown from an ACiD conf.
SHARK%^@%!^&@ - vYrus, Abbadon and S0l0mn
SON OF SHARK, PART TWO@%!^&@! - Abbadon
They told me you moved to San Diego to live with Penguin@!@# - BlindSpoT
after one of my roommates was fucking with him.
If i had a can, i would fucking kill someone. - aforementioned roommate
talking in his sleep
Does Redbox have blueballs? - Unknown from the Defcon voice bridge
You're a bad person. You do bad things. You have sex and smoke pot.
- this chick i just spent three days in Tahoe City with
Uh. Where the hell did my nuts go? - A local while frying on acid.
TYME IS NOT DEAD, MOTHERFUCKER#%^@&%$#^&@%$&^ - vYrus
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"Don't Fuck With Me."
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Jeff sighed in frustration as he lost his focus for the fourth time.
Taking a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reopened them. He smiled.
His world was around him. The skies were a majestic array of color,
from blue to burnt orange to a deep shade of purple. The grass on the
ground and the leaves of the trees were a pure green, without any
imperfections. Looking at the lake by his home, the water rippled and
waved, sending out sparkles of light, caught by the sky and forming
a amazing picture above. The water was a clear, deep blue, stretching
for miles.
Jeff sighed and laid back on the grass. The place was perfect. He
had spent most of his life developing this place, and he was finally
in it.
The peace and tranquility was shattered by a rousing yell, which
sounded like a rusty speaker.
"JEFF! Get your scrawny ass in here and clean up this mess you made!"
His world fell apart. The lake turned black, the skies a menacing grey,
and the grass around him died. The trees withered, leaves falling every-
where, crumbling to compost as soon as they touched the earth.
Jeff seethed with fury. If the old bitch wanted him to clean up another
of her messes, he was going to shoot her. It was never his problem, he
cleaned the place spotless before going outside.
Climbing his way up the porch, the steps moaned and protested under his
weight. Entering the kitchen, Anna confronted him, her rolls quivering
as she shook with silent rage.
"How many fucking times have i told you NEVER to leave this place with-
out finished your chores?!" she screamed at him.
Jeff flinched under the verbal onslaught, filtering it out, focusing yet
again. The voice soon dwindled and faded out completely, leaving only a
quietly moving mouth and a shaking mountain of fat standing before him.
Focusing tightly, he molded his images to fit his specifications. The
grime and dirt coating the walls of the kitchen erased itself, the scuffs
and rips in the linoleum sealing up, as if they had never existed.
Anna looked around in amazement. Her home had been transformed between
her very eyes. Narrowing them, she looked at the teenager with distaste.
Not seeing her, Jeff began reforming her in his mind. Silent screams
errupted from her being, as her hair caught fire and sent her scalp
bubbling like frying bacon. Her clothes ignited, sending tongues of flame
high in the air.
Jeff wrinkled his nose at the smell. It smelled like a slaughterhouse,
or a meat market.
Drawing his focus tighter, hair-thin, Jeff sent one last burst of energy
through his mind and into the old bitch, causing her to explode. Flaming
blobs of fat and bone flew everywhere at high speeds, all just barely
missing Jeff himself.
Quietly, he spoke.
"Don't fuck with me."
Pulling himself out of his self-induced trance, he smiled, and walked
outside to enjoy his creations. Birds sang, and rabbits hopped everywhere,
showing no trace of what had happened.
Of course, it HAD been planned that way.
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-- Total Loss of Respect --
A lot of my writings in the past for TYME have been pretty negative, and not
more creative like some of the other authors. Well, here comes another one.
I have totally lost all respect for this fucking country. I used to have pride
in it, that we were free, and that we are fair and just in the laws and the
judicial system, but as of now, i think it's all a load of shit. You wonder
why? Sure, the US has the most technology, (that we KNOW of), and is the
wealthiest, but that doesnt mean shit. This country is falling apart. As far
as the law goes for ME now, your not wrong if you don't get caught. Fuck laws.
Some laws are ok, like child abuse and shit, but a lot of it is total bullshit.
Let me start out by supplying some backup for these statements. About a month
ago, me, vYrus, and Abbadon we out with a 18 year old cruisin' in his car, when
we went by Lyon's, and saw the masses of teenagers 'chillin' (loitering) in the
parking lot. We pulled in, and as soon as we got out, some very HOT chicks
came up to me and vY asking for a smoke. We unfortunatley had none, since we
both have a friend(vY and me smoke regualry, Abb, just weed =]) just gives them
to us when we need them, and the guy doesn't smoke. Pretty cool, but i still
to this day don't quite get WHY he gives us free smokes. Anyway, we were
thinking, "Cool!, there's a shitload of people here, this is gonna be a fun
night!" as we started walking over to the crowd. We saw a bunch of friends, and
some people from school that we know, and were having a lot of fun, on the way
into the door. (We were probably having so much fun because we were all trip-
ping out from each of us taking 2 4xdipped tabs. =]) As we approached the door,
this cop grabs my shoulder and says, "What's your name?!" And I said my name.
He ended up asking all three of our names out of like 30 kids, and our phone
numbers. I wouldn't give him my phone number because he didn't tell me why
he needed it. Finally i gave it to the bastard. All of us were trying to
remain calm and find out just what the hell was going on. (We were very
delerious, tripping 1 foot away from a cops face, and freaking big time.)
He made us get into his car, and i said "What the fuck, why are you being
such a fucking dick!?" which i probably should not have said. =] At this time
, we STILL had no idea if he was booking us for taking acid, or what. Finally,
after waking my parents up(conveniently vY and Abb's parents weren't answering)
he let us out of the patrol car and told me my dad was enroute. "FOR WHAT,
WHAT IS GOING ON!?" <- vY. He totally was going nuts, then the asshole tld
us it was breaking curfew. I told him that we weren't loitering, that we were
on our way into a 24 establishment, but he didn't belive it. I asked him why
he didn't talk to the other 25 minors 10 feet away watching us get in the car
, and he said, "Those are minors? Oh, gee, i didnt know. whoops." Fucking
asshole. You bet your ass he knew. Just another fucking stupid bend of the law.
No matter if the law says something, you can't exercise it. If a cop says get
in the car, even though your rights say you don't have to unless he is placing
you under arrest(which he didnt). And curfew is only in effect when you are
standing somewhere after 10pm. As long as you have an organized path to go
somewhere, they can't(supposedly) doing anything. shyeah right. If a cop
tells you to do something, don't argue with him, because even if he is
abusing your rights, he can probably kick the shit out of you and, that big
gun on his hip says he's right. None of us got busted. My dad thought it was
a load of shit, he knew i was out, but the cop was an asshole. My dad told
me he was an asshole. Ever since this stupid incident, i have noticed holes
in the law system, and how they arent really enforced the way things should be.
And how the country is a fucking hypocritical pile of shit. Old people vote
for anti-marijuana, while they guzzle down thier Jack Daniels every night.
This country is going to fail because it was all started and founded on
violence. The people who colonized the US were a group that were rebels and
killed off thier mother land's militia. I don't think democracy is the way to
go. I don't neccesarily belive in anarchy, because killing and getting away
with it is not right. But i do think something should be done. I used to like
cops, but when i found out just what fucking nimrods they all are and how they
go out of there way to be jerks, i lost all respect for em. I can't kill em,
but I sure as hell will never become one, or help one. thanks.
blindspot
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Pot Smoking Ettiquete
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Hey all, Blindspot here. Just decided to write this little handbook
out for all those pot smoker's like us in �s beif (it's a club). Basically
people, there are too many fuckers we burn it with that don't know the
proper ettiquete. And some people get pissed off when people don't follow
it, cause it's pretty damn rude.
Let's start, shall we.
1. The person who paid for the sack generally has legislation on first hit
if that person requests so. If not, hits are "called" off, someone might
say, "1st!" and they would get first hit(the sweetest hit of the bowl,
it's like candy, i swear.) If the owner wanted first, the one who yelled
"1st" would be 2nd, and so on down the line.
2. When smoking, smoke in circles, usually clockwise. Keep your position, and
if you realize you're going to get last or second to last before the bowl
starts, don't jump around so that you get second or third. Just go, you'll
get your turn.
3. Do NOT fucking hold the pipe or joint or whatever in your hand after your
hit. If you stand there and look at it while precious smoke is floating
away, you are being a fuck, and the owner can skip you next time around.
4. Important. Smoking pot is only fun when you are with a friend. If someone
gets so stoned they can't finish the bowl, and forces the others to smoke
the rest themselves, the circle has the right to KICK THAT PERSON'S ASS.
5. Don't whine about not being stoned, the only reason the owner is kicking
down is so YOU have a good time. I tend to get pissed when i am baked off
my ass and my friend isn't. (or he just want's more.)
6. Double hitting is probably the worst thing you can do. If I have a bowl
I packed, and someone takes too hits, i will call them out of the circle
for the rest of it. It irks me. Less smoke for the rest of us. The only
person with ANY legal right to double hit without asking is the owner of
the sack. If you do happen to want a double hit, ASK THE ENTIRE CIRCLE if
it's okay. If one person says no, don't persue it, then you're being an
asshole.
7. Now I have a problem with this sometimes, but dont NIGGER LIP. It's
sick. That's it. If you niggerlip, you die. Or else everyone else has a
major fit.
8. Don't call up someone and ask if they'll smoke you out. Most of the time
all that will get you is a yelling-at. If the person is there, and you're
cool with them, you prolly won't have to ask. None of �s beif asks one
another, we all kick down to each other willingly.. well, there are some
of us.. (COUGHCOUGHNIGGERDOGCOUGH)
9. If the group decides to quit in the middle of the bowl, (that's if EVERY-
ONE decides to quit, refer to #6), then if it's not your bud, don't ask
to keep the leftovers. It's not yours and you have no right to ask.
10. Don't smoke out a group of people or even one person and leave right
after. What's the fun of smoking out together if you can't hang around
and be stoned together?
11. Stealing bud from one of your friends IS AN ABSOLUTE NO-NO. If you even
mention to someone that you stole bud from one of your smoking buddies,
you are gonna be in a heapload of shit. (now as for people who AREN'T
your friends... well...)
12. People will never know you're fucked up unless you let them know. Whether
you tell them, have someone else tell them, or just act like a general
stoned-off-your-ass idiot, nobody will know, unless you want them to.
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Some general precautions before going out and getting fucked up:
1. Visine. Make sure you have visine if you are going to be around people who
would have a problem with it. If they see red eyes, stereotypes usually say
that anyone with redeye is stoned and therefore a bad person. We aren't bad
people, we just like to enjoy ourselves.
2. Food. You. Need. Food. Or money to buy food. Or else everyone is gonna be
a real asshole to each other because they gots the munchies.
3. Cigarettes. You. Need. Smokes. If anyone in your group smokes and you have
them, run. You're gonna want them too and most likely people will kill for
a smoke after burning a nice bowl of fat kind bud. I know I would.. =)
Don't ever go out and burn it without smokes. You fiend. I fiend. We all
fiend and we will KILL.
Welp, this text was started by BlindSpot and finished by vYrus, BS, Viper,
and Deadly Toke. Aside from a few interruptions from someone's mom, it all
went pretty well. So follow these guidelines and maybe someday, you too, can
burn it with �s beif. =)
- Peace, Love, and Mary Jane,
-BlindSpoT
-vYrus
-Viper
-Deadly Toke
... wh0rd.
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Who/Where Am I?
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I've been a typical stoner teenager these past few weeks, and everytime,
more and more recently, i've been having this weird feeling of unfamiliarity
with everything around me.
I walk down streets i live on, i go into stores i've been in a million
times in my life, i hang around friends i've known for half my lifetime,
and still, everything seems wrong. Houses and streets look like strange
houses in strange cities, and people aren't who i know them as.
Abbadon, my best friend for eight years (give or take) seems as if he is
someone i don't know, or someone i've just met and no almost nothing about.
BlindSpot, friend for 11 years, seems like a kid in a book, as if he were
a character in a movie.
Things seem as if i'm seeing them for the first time. Streets with new
development projects look like they've been built only recently, with empty
streets making the world looks desolate.
Cold winter air helps too. I had a point in my life where i'd take off
from my house and spend most of the night in the freezing late-autumn air.
Memories of that come back and haunt me, bringing with it the feelings of
unfamiliarity and thoughts of my former life. (long story)
Some of my friends have the same experience. They look around in confusion
as things so old seem so new.
Music is different. As i sit here listening to the Dead Kennedys (j3LL0
r00Lz), i can differentiate between each invidual instrument, listening to
each one seperately while ignoring the rest of the song. The instrument
sounds clear, each beat or chord seems to have an absolute specific purpose
(well, it does, but it's just different.) The whole song seems a strong,
soulful piece of work.
Hopes and dreams come into play. I begin daydreaming of one day moving
out, having a steady, well paying jobs, spending late nights at my dinner
table studying or doing homework, going to school, making plenty of money
to support myself without finacial problems. Throwing some of the best
parties seen in this part of Napa.
Dreams seem like life when recalled, and my memory is so bad, i can't
remember what we're having for dinner or movie i planned to record ten
minutes ago. Dreams, while happening, are fuzzy at best, and i get a lot
less sleep even though i sleep a lot longer then usual. Sleep is unful-
filling, and dreams are confused with reality. Waking up is the worst
feeling, for the jumble of thoughts is overwhelming in the morning.
Reading books and stuff. Very hard. While stoned, i cannot concentrate.
My gaze drifts to the wall and i start thinking of nothing and everything.
Trivial stuff. The construction of words, the meaning of life. Anything.
Sometimes i read an entire page over and over after drifting off so that
i can remember what happened in the last two chapters.
While i believe that my mental awareness is heightened, (of course, i'm
sure you think that's a typical drug user reaction, but try it, you'll feel
the same) i see the world from different viewpoints, and life seems a little
fuller. While on shrooms, i can stare at anything and it's absolutely
fascinating. While on acid, i can stare at a lit cigarette and watch each
molecule of paper burn bright orange and turn to dust, burning millimeter
by millimeter.
More about acid. Some of my most amazing experiences have been on acid.
Some of my most dangerous experiences were while on acid. I've only done it
three times so far, but they have all been extrordinary. I have had to stand
and stare a cop in the face while trying not to shake from nervousness, i've
spent two hours staring at a street lamp and then trying to follow that
little black dot that appears after you've stared at a light too long. That
little dot was so clear and so swift, it seemed as if it was changed from a
duck to a swan to a little face to just a black blob. Except it wasn't black.
Shrooms i have only done once. But everything and everyone seems so in
tune, so vivid, but i feel as if i am living someone else's life, and i
belong somewhere else. Smoking weed after that one shrooming experience
increased the feeling so dramatically i started to get scared.
Playing mud football while stoned, i just got up and started walking
away. Several hundred yards away, when i couldn't see or hear anyone past
the buildings around, i listened quietly, searching for anything familiar.
Birds seemed unreal, the clouds moving at fast paces, bringing rain, made
me lose my sense of balance. Trees seemed sad, and the blustering wind
against my wet skin and clothes brought tremors and shivers so violent, i
fell down huddling against myself. The world seemed futile, unforgiving,
as if nothing mattered and no-one cared. Even after my friends came over
and started fucking with me, they still seemed like strangers from another
place, a place i shouldn't be in.
Sometimes i wonder if this unfamiliarity is due to the fact that i could
actually be another person. Another mind takes over the one i have, with
all my memories and all my thoughts, but different. Immediate things are
not recognizable, and people are not my friends. If i am truly living in
another mindstate, what will happen when i continue doing this for several
more months, years? Will i switch entirely into another persona, forgetting
that i am in fact, myself? Or will i become a schizophrenic?
I'm scared.
This is intense.
.vYrus.
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Rave Reviews
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last weekend i went to san diego to visit my favorite person in the world.
pinguino. i had a great time with her. and while we were there, we went to
a rave at the world beat center. this is my story.
scraping and crunching along the parking lot, pinguino dragged the under-
side of the car across a curb that she didn't know existed. didn't seem like
a good start to the night. we arrived at the door, showed up at the wrong
one, and got in the right line all by 8:30. we stood in line, watching
people sucking on nitrous-filled balloons and generally freaking out. the
line behind us grew to over a hundred people, and at 9:30, they began lettin
us in. we made it through the door at about 9:45, deep into a room chock
full of blacklights and psychedelic pinups. crazy.
we snapped a couple pictures in the blacklight room, and went outside to
check out what was going on. a free mixing table was outside, and i dis-
tinctly remember hearing an excellent remix of "1979" by smashing pumpkins.
pooling our money, me, saiine, a guy named billy, and a guy named mike all
bought a few hits of acid and split them up. i got a half a dose, like all
the other guys, and i was freaking out nicely. i didn't actually get out on
the floor and start moving until keoki began spinning. the acid was taking
it's effect and i was loving it. i thrashed around for a good long time (i
can't for the life of me remember times, i only checked the time once every
few hours), and afterward crashed in the "chill room" with ping, billy, mike,
saiine, and a bunch of other people.
strangers at raves are the best type of people you will ever meet. they
are friendly, and will talk to you at the drop of a hat. water was being
passed freely, cigarettes were bummed, and people just kept on going. it was
a free trade session, and nobody minded. the most common question i was
asked by someone i didn't know was "so what are you on?". the drugs most
often mentioned were acid and extascy. other people were on various others.
few others were on crank, and pure MDMA. one guy i met was on two lines of
pure MDMA and several doses of acid at once. his name was max. off in the
corner, a fucked up couple was snorting crack off a switchblade, and one
girl next to me for a little while was freaking out because someone had
laced her x with herion.
after coming back the first time from some hardcore dancing, i popped four
pills of herbal x. that got me feeling really weird. later on that night,
someone was kind enough to roll a fat j and pass it around the group. i got
nicely stoned off that. three drugs were enough for me that night, and i
just sat there spinning for several hours. pinguino was concerned, but she
went off for almost an hour and danced her ass off to dj trance's spinning.
everyone thought she was passed out or dead. but everything was cool, and
she came back sweaty as hell and running on major adreniline and herbal x.
dancing to rave music is a rush. being on drugs amplifies it. you can do
absolutly anything you want and nobody will care. just don't let a circle
form around you or else you'll have to do some pretty fancy breaking to meet
to crowd's expectations. i was just going off, and ping was going pretty
wild herself, and we were loving it. i can't even dance, and i was just
tearing shit up.
some of my favorites at the rave:
favorite t-shirt: "tweekers suck"
favorite person: pinguino
favorite dj: john e. thin
favorite quote: "eat it! don't waste it, eat the fucking thing!" (story
below)
favorite drug: acid
favorite outfit
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Summer is Here
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Summer to any young person is looked upon as an act of god having
mercy on our souls.(whatever) It brings out a different person in all, and is
mostly looked back on as "Man, last summer, remember when we....". I think
summer to us who write T.Y.M.E. is the best time of our lives (so far)
because we have so much freedom and we don't have to worry about anything
but enjoying ourselves, sleeping in, burning it IN THE HOUSE(hee hee.) At
least for me, last summer was the best part of my life beside the fact that
my girlfriend was away all summer, but I won't go into that since you don't
really give a fuck, now do you. =] Anyway, just the fact that summer starts
off a "time" in everyone's life where more memories are created, and
hopefully they are good ones.
The recent HOT weather has really brought back the feeling of summer
even though it isn't officially "summer". Things that provide cover away from
cops have regrown and dried out to the point where it is the same. Basically,
last summer for us us beif members was a time of getting into the order and
dedicating 100% of our lives into getting the most out of it we can. The
parties fucking rocked. But, then again, us "young adults" are supposed to be
maturing and getting responsible and working full time. I say fuck it. This
is the last summer vacation while I am "legally" a kid, and I am going to
enjoy it. I might take up a part time job, but I am not going to work full
time when I need the chance to unwind from the insanity of the system. I
think 2.5 months should do it, as long as I have plenty of the
neccessities. =] <poot> So, I declare, let this summer start out with a blast
and make summer be what it really represents to young adults.
This winter has been pretty shitty for me, personally. I am looking
forward to the hot weather to fry my brain, along with other chemicals.
There's nothing better than peeling skin in layers off your shoulders, so the
new, pink skin is exposed, and going and getting burned again. All while
having fun with your friends smoking nature's plenty. Don't get me wrong,
smoking doesn't really have anything to do with the experience of summer,
but i'm addicted, fuck off.
Well, I hope I am over 2k because I have been short of ideas for the
last two paragraphs. So, I declare, let this summer start out with a blast
and make summer be what it really represents to young adults.
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ComiCon Intl. 1996 Review
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Thursday
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_vYrus' view_
thursday morning at 6:30am, i was the first one up. i couldn't remember what
time pinguino had told us we had to get up, so i woke her up and asked. turns
out it was 7:00. i got up anyway and put the newly updated penguin palace
page online (http://www.napanet.net/~vyrus/penguin), and we pretty much
putzed around until we left at about 8:00.
when we got to the con, we had a few problems. pinguino and tsk went inside
to unload the booth stuff, and me and tymat got stuck outside. for over an
hour, since the guard working the double doors we had originally been waiting
at decided to close them. we waited in front of the security entrance until
about 10:40, when we finally ran into pinguino who was about to leave the con
to go to the airport to pick up daniel fu, author of thief.
tymat and i finally got to go in, so we went inside, went to the penguin
palace booth, set up the computer and a few more things, and i wandered off
to look around. i can definatly say that the marvel, dc, and wizards of the
coast booths were pimp shit. excellent displays, lots of stuff to look at. i
also caught a glimpse of an excellent shirt. it said "don't panic", with the
little green dood with arms on it. if you've never read douglas adams, this
just flew right over your head.
i walked around for hours, occasionally running into pinguino. tymat spent
most of the day sleeping, as usual, and tsk was running the booth all
morning. i just wandered inside, went outside every once in awhile for a
smoke, and just enjoyed myself.
by afternoon, i had met daniel fu, who was back with pinguino, lord jazz,
anarchist, todd pluciennik, and his woman colleen. pinguino and tsk were
about to leave for the airport again to pick up dbringer, so i went with
them. went to the airport, fairly uneventful, and came back.
i fell asleep around 6 or 6:30, and slept until 7. then we left. twelve of us
walked to a little diner called ruby's, and four of us split off and went to
mcdonalds instead since we didn't want to wait around. me, db, ld, and tymat
all took the shuttle to mcdonalds, and then say in front of the hotel talking
until pinguino showed up to let our dumb asses in.
in. so much happened inside. i'm gonna try and say it all. the mcdonalds
crowd went upstairs while ping went to go watch a fireworks show. tsk had
arrived and he came upstairs with us. the mcd's crowd sat in the hotel room
and smoked a nice fat joint, while tsk complained the whole time about the
smell. we eventually aired out the room, but the hallway reeked of weed for
about twenty minutes.
in search of food and drinks, we (all but tsk) went out to look for a soda or
candy machine. on our floor, we found an empty soda machine. much more
searching around revealed a soda machine on the eighth floor, which we all
bought a couple sodas. dbringer discovered a service elevator behind the
machines, and went off to take a peek while me and a couple others fucked
around.
we met up with db a little while later, and he announced he had found that
the service elevator led to a bar totally stocked. as of this typing
(thursday night), he is planning to find some bolt cutters. =) updates when
something happens. =) him and tymat went off to raid the place of everything
but the locked up stuff, and when we came back to the room, we found a giant
sign that read "Come Celebrate With Us!" on top of a san diego skyline and
some gay yellow and blue fireworks explosions. kinda funny to see it sitting
on the bed.
after db and tymat came back the second time, we were all lazing around and
watching tv when the front desk calls. "excuse me, we have three people down
here saying they're in your room, but you already have five and a room can
only hold four." aw shit. i'm not even going to go into that big fucking
mess, but the end result was that me, ping, db, and tsk are all staying in
the room, todd, his chick, and dan fu went to todd's grandmother's house, and
ld and tymat are supposed to sleep in the film room back at the con, but at
this current moment, tymat is crashed on the bed and ld in a chair. (and db
is sitting here watching me type this thing. =))
and that's about where we are right now. since the other four are asleep, db
is about to FALL asleep, and i'm wide awake, i think it's time for some late
night "fucking-with-the-sleeper" games. woohoo!@#
.vy.
Friday
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kind of a kick back day so far. i didn't get up until 12:30, when pinguino
woke me up, and i took the shuttle with her to the con. the con was fairly
uneventful, except for the fucking seminar that pinguino signed me up to do
with her.
for the first forty-five minutes of it, we were waiting for the previous
dipshit to clear out, and then we couldn't do anything since we were missing
some equipment, like the screen projecter for the moniter. so we ended up
talking to a crowd of maybe twelve people, nine of which we already knew. =)
the only funny/cool part was that tsk ended up doodling for some guy that
works for dark horse and activision, and i caught him on film. ah! shit!
caught in the act, eh, tsk?
end of that. putzed around. i went back to the hotel with dbringer, but
before he went inside, he went on a beer run. and picked me up some smokes,
too. pretty cool. we sat inside and drank a few beers, and pinguino showed
up. we ditched the beers and the bottles under the bed, and i was sitting on
the bed buzzing pretty nicely. thank god she couldn't smell the shit on my
breath. =) went to wendy's later on. before wendy's, we also met lee
anderson. woohoo. the infamous. er33t.
after wendy's, me, db, and ld came back. db and ld went to the bar to check
it out, and i set up the computer to start work on this damn thing. most
likely later tonight i will be too drunk to write, but i'll try, we'll see
what happens. =) pinguino came back, we hid our beers, and that's where we
are right now.. lots of the night left, and who knows what'll happen, so i'll
keep an update. wh00t.
quick update: pinguino just told me she tasted it on my breath. (ON my
breath, goddammit, ON my breath. NOT IN, ON. =)) ahwell. so i didn't get away
with it. but we'll see.
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note from dBringer: I bought 12 mgd's at the liquor store down the road...
Did I mention I'm 16? Oh well... I had heard that pinguino didn't want
alchohol or pot in the hotel room so when she came in me and ld hid our beer.
(Someone is getting brutally killed on TV right now... X-Files I think.) I
asked ping if she minds if we drink after 15 minutes of hiding our beers and
taking drinks when she isn't around. She said, "Okay..." so we both pull out
half drunk beers. She says she wants all of the bottles out of the room
eventually so I pulled out all five empty bottles from under the bed.
Everyone laughs. Maybe I'll get mujahadin over here and we'll go get some
samuel adams... That would be cool.
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this is fucking funny.. right now we are in the hotel room fucking with some
guy on a radio that tymat got from the doubletree hotel. db is flirting with
him and me and ld are watching him walk back and forth on the street below.
this guy is totally trying to zero in on us, and db is completely fucking
with him. ping and tsk left to go back to the con and grab some food for us,
and tymat is trashing over at the pac bell CO. what a wild night. i'm half
drunk and we're having a blast.. i'm keeping this notepad window open (i hate
win95) and whoever wants to write is gonna. bewm.
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anoter note from dBringer: ld doesn't think it was piss.
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another note from ld, it was water you fucks. <g>
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ahahaha... weird shit... well.. we're waiting for this fucking porno to come
on and pinguino still hasn't come back yet.. some dood from room 608 came
by... from icons or something.. heh.. well. anyway. i'm having a smoke and
i'm pretty drunk. so. i'll fill you all in tomorrow.
.vy.
Saturday
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the fucking porno never came on. i think we are all going to throw a fit if
we get charged for it. i can't remember the end of last night, except someone
was throwing shit at me and pinguino. ld still doesn't believe he drank piss.
=)
got up about 11:30 this morning, and me and db were the last ones in the
room. i went to the con and hung out in the pro lounge for a while, and
putzed around most of the day. it's been real slow. so i came back to the
room, after wondering where db had been for the last three hours, and on my
way i got stopped by some bum drunk guy.
"hey man, wanna buy a bus pass? good for the rest of the month." fucking
weird. i don't even live here. he asked for some change and tried to make an
exit, but the weirdo walked ahead of me, swearing at thin air. too much booze
addles thy brain, asshole.
i'm back in the hotel. supposedly we're gonna see a few movies tonite back in
the con, and i am gonna grab a few z's. i hope db buys more beer tonite...
sodium's here! uh oh.
_..later.._
DEATHBRINGER IS A FUCKING IDIOT.
we went out and bought some beer, and db drank his 40 in about two minutes.
then he goes out and steals a fucking fire extinguisher, brings it back to
the room. he leaves again with it, sprays it all over tymat and the ice
machine, and a couple minutes later we hear sirens. the fire truck pulls up
RIGHT in front of our window. db bolts out the door, and me, tymat, and tsk
are gong nuts because we're hella freaked.
lord jazz blew chunks all over the sidewalk and in the bathroom. the hotel
room stinks of something that tymat tore off the window. uh. what IS that
shit?
pinguino calls and starts laughing and then gets scared and tells us we don't
know who db is.
ugh. i quit that. about 12:00 me, db, and tymat went back to the con, watched
some stupid anime flick called A.D. Police Files ][, and came back cuz it
sucked. i snuck another beer away from the sixer and am drinking it right now
because db is stupid and he fell asleep. ahahaha. sodium has been doodling
all night, so nobody will let me touch the fucking computer since they've all
been drawing doodles all night. tsk is talking in his half-sleep, and sodium
is going to die because he just ganked my beer. my friends are gonna love
this.
on the way back from the con, tymat picked up a sign that says "no parking
any time". ld and anarchist are being stupidfuckers and waving a flashlight
around, wishing they were at a rave. instead, they are at doodlecon 96 and
wishing they were somewhere else right now. sodium is playing with the mouse
and tymat is wrapping his dumb ass up in toilet paper. ld and anarchist are
dying to watch a porn. (don't tell anyone, but i think those two are going to
have some funky buttsex tonite. ld and him are singing "penis, penis, penis,
penis"... god knows what THEY'RE thinking? ahahahah...)
*** NEWS FLASH BY SODIUM ***
hi. i rock. and everyone here sucks.. and ld's panties smell like tuna.. or
so he brags. and vYrus is dancing on the bed with a samuel adams... in fact..
here is a list of who drank, how much, and who got wasted..
* people who drank and how much:
tymat: a 40oz and one beer
sodium: a 40oz
vYrus: a 40oz and eight and a half beers
death bringer: 35oz corona and eight beers and a 40oz
lordjazz: two beers and urine lager.
* who got loaded and acted like fucking retards and talked to the signs and
beat the shit out of the elevator...
tymat
vYrus
* which brings me to my next subject.. what exactly did tymat and vYrus do?
1. vYrus yelled at the ceiling in the bathroom and ripped it apart and spit
french fries all over the mirror.
2. tymat got mad at sign and beat the living piss out of it.
3. tymat not only wore a suit he stole from upstairs but he also ripped the
window covering and wore it as a cape... "eyem supermaaan!"
4. tymat (again) stole no parking sign.
5. tymat buttfucks statue.
6. tymat toilet papered pinguino's computer and himself. the dumbass.
7. tymat wanted to kick every cops sorry ass.
(vYrus just spit on the wall..oh..now the television......and tymat.)
* INFAMOUS QUOTES?!@#$
"i didn't fuck her!!!" - vYrus
"i aint drunnnk! gimmie another beer!" - tymat
"blaaugh$@^$@^ugh...uhhhhh.... i dont feel good." - lordjazz
"my panties smell like tuna." - lordjazz
"do it in the bushes!" - anarchist
"i never heard the word d00dleboy until like a few weeks ago" - sodium
"why don't we quote everything we say!" - death bringer
"you don't know death bringer. don't let him in!" - pinguino
"if you take the last sam adams then i cut your hand off!" - death bringer
"i suck. fuck me." - sodium
"i gotta pee!" - the silent killer
"i gotta pee!" - tymat
"i gotta pee!" - vYrus
"i gotta pee!" - sodium
"you guys are fucked up (drunk) tsk is in charge." - pinguino
"i'm gunna puk..aUUUghbluagh$@#$." - anarchist
"i'm not THAT drunk." - vYrus
"those sirens better not be headed this way." - anarchist
"porno! porno! porno! porno! porno!" - lordjazz and anarchist
"this whole thing sucks" - anarchist
"don't fart this way!" - anarchist
"i can't type these that fast!" - sodium
"you all suck. i should quit the scene." - sodium
"four days and i STILL haven't gotten any twelve-year-old pussy!" - lOrdjazz
"what's this wet spot on the floor." - vYrus
"stop touching me." - vYrus
"i don't fuck joyce (pinguino) with my foot!" - vYrus
"what do you fuck her with?" - the silent kunt
"i didn't fuck her!!!" - vYrus
* Why i suck.
I suck. Face it. uhm. this trip sucked. you are all freaks. fuck all of you.
thats right. you reading this mag right now. fuck you. i hope you fucking die
mother fucking fucker faggot fucker. fuck. fucky fuck fuck.. fuck.. fuck fuck
fuck fuck? fuck fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
*** tsk kills sodium and tells him to shut the fuck up already. ***
*** note from Tsk. ***
People, you don't even know how fuckin' weird this whole .. trip has been.. I
mean shit, the entire thing has been a whole bunch of teenagers getting
fucked up and beating the shit out of the entire hotel... in many different
ways. I'm not saying it's bad or anything, because it's entertaining to
watch the stupid things we're all doing here... from the french fries and
tomatos out the window and hitting cars, to watching all the odd stuff tymat
keeps stealing, (oh my god.. sOdium just tried to walk through the mirror..
see what i mean? <g>) such as a credit card validator, a power strip, a suit
from a dumpster which the valley parking people wear, 2 walkie talkies from 2
different hotels, the no parking sign, the toilet paper, the fire
extinguisher, many many many many ham sandwiches and sodas <g>, home
pregnancy test, maxi pads WITH WINGS, and a mousepad... bah.. tired.. be back
later.
*** end of tsk's blurb ***
Sunday
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boooooooring. this morning we had two or three fucknuts come in and yell at
us to clean up the room. you should have seen it. toilet paper, beer spilt,
wallpaper hanging off the wall, the 4th of july sign was in a million pieces,
the window tint was spread across the floor, beer bottles everywhere, and ld,
anarchist, and sodium all bailed and spent the night back at the hyatt where
(they say) ld got buttraped.
we all got up and cleaned the stupid room, and got lucky when the management
said we wouldn't have to pay for the wallpaper damage. but if we fuck up
anything else, we DO have to pay for it. went to the con, i drank three cups
of coffee, STILL didn't wake up, watched twenty minutes of _The Gods Must Be
Crazy_, got sick of it, fucked around, went back and watched almost all of
the old classic movie _King Kong_, and talked to pinguino about tymat's mood
swings.
now we're back at the hotel, and db is saying that we should get all fucked
up tonite just because pinguino said we couldn't. =) anyway, all of a sudden
i have nothing else to say, so i guess someone else is gonna write. h0h0h0h0.
*** Tsk has returned ***
dammit, this smoke alarm must be fucking broken... hrmm.. lets see what we
have here.. 4 people smoking, one of them smoking a huge ass cigar.. everyone
understands that the alarm will PROBABLY go off, but they're continuing to
literally breathe on the smoke detector. Wait, now there's two people
smoking cigars.. ld and dbringer. this is ... sucky. In case all you cool
people out there care, I don't smoke.. i don't drink.. i don't do drugs.. in
other words, i suck. But pinguino is the same way. <g>
hey, when you walk into the men's room and you see a faggot jacking off to a
porno comic book in the stall, what do you do when he says "hey dude.. come
here." man.....fucking nasty.
Taking you back to .. uhh..... Friday evening at McDonalds, ld was with
anarchist eating innocently.. all the while a 80+ year old lady was staring
at chris through the bars of the booths. Then she started hucking cream
packets across the room yelling "fucking shit." then she stopped, stared at
ld, started shaking, and sayed, with fixed eyes with ld, "oh shit, i wanna
fuck him." DUDE, i know you're thinking this didn't happen, but i swear to
you, this really happened.. if you still don't believe me, try to remember,
this is Downtown San Diego... anything can happen down here. <g>
hRm.. i can't wait for tonight; everyone's going to be just as fucking messed
up as last night... i'll probably end up, i dunno.. sleeping at the police
station or something.. i might just go to the hyatt and get some free food
with my professional badge. <g> I dunno, we'll see what happens..
*** anarchist knocks Tsk out and steals the keyboard. ***
i am the god of fuck. you hear me you horny pig fucker? i said i am the god
of fuck. I FUCKING OWN YOU ALL. I OWN YOUR DILDOS. I OWN YOUR MOM'S DILDOS.
I OWN YOU. I WILL RAPE YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. I WILL SEND A BIG FAT BLACK GUY
NAMED BERNIE WITH HIS PANTS DOWN TO SKULL FUCK YOU! shit, it doesn't matter
what thy say, 50 cent cigars kick reds ass. this trip sucked my left nut. i
only stayed in the hotel for one night and ended up sleeping in a all-night
movie theatre at the hyatt (not where we were staying) in the midst of "12
monkeys" (which was a shitty movie from what I saw of it before falling
asleep) uh, shit, my wrist just started hurting so fuck you i'm gone. FUCK
YOU GO HOME. THERES NOTHING LEFT. GOD IS A WHORE. BURN THE FLAG. BOW DOWN
BITCH, MAKE YOUR DOG BOW DOWN!
*** an leaves, Tsk takes over ***
Dude, was that paragraph something you would hear from ld or what? ok
whatever. Tymat is having fun right now stealing more ham sandwiches from
the hotel next to us.. hRm.. i think i'll greet people now because i'm outta
things to say. What's up, #ansi? you guys rock.. except for the very few
annoying people who i can't stand, i think you know who you are.. tymat r0x,
and dbringer r0x.. and so does unsolved mysteries.. these things r0ck.
Oh yeah, pinguino is like, going agro on us all.. she's getting really pissed
at everyone, including the few of us who haven't done anything wrong..
She'll like, yell at us when we're around the booth, and when I take a
picture of a doodle boy like she told me to do, I think she's just too
paranoid about everything and she's changing plans every 10 seconds.. I don't
know.. this whole trip is strange.. it's messed up, but it's fun.. <g>
*** I'm bored. someone else takeover. ***
*** aight, vYrus has the keyboard! ***
weeeeeeiiiirrrdd day. the con was kind of lame. we cleaned everything up and
came back, but on the way back, some faggot chink grabbed my ass while i was
getting off the tour bus, but i didn't say anything since i thought it was
pinguino, but i got off the bus and she asked me why he had, and i just
freaked. "WHAT?!$#$"
this is the last night. we have yet more beer and pinguino is being a mommy.
=) she's leaving again, so i'm afraid as to what db, ld, and tymat are goign
to do. i plan on chilling out tonight, because it wasn't very fun when i woke
up this morning and pinguino was mad as hell at me. that really sucked.
okay, i've covered it all. maybe later when i'm really drunk i'll write up
again. i have like three bucks left, and it's probably going toward beer
later on. so i'm outtie. whoevers next, take your shot.
** end of vYrus, beginning of pinguino ***
Hi.. this has been the weiiirdest weirdest WIERDEST 6 days ever. I've never
had this much responsibility placed on me in my life. Last year, Todd
Pluciennik took care of the hotel details, booth sales, and everything. Right
now, I totally value what he did for us last year..
DBringer is making stupid suggestuions. I just turned 18. I'm not supposed to
sit here and fucking babysit these people 16-17 year olds. I have other
things to do, like figure out who I met and what everyone wanted ;) Also,
rewrite the Avalanche catalog. I made a lot of professional connections, as
well as a lot of friends.
I saw Sketch again this year.. you can see a pic of me and him on the acid
web page,... http://www.acid.org/~radman. He was a crackhead bum whose real
name is Frisbee. This year, Tsk had a conversation with him, and I took his
photo. His beanie is now fixed, and he still smells funny.
I met the publishers of Twist and Shout Comics.
*** vYrus iz baq ***
i'm drunk. ld and db are drunk also. they're out having a smoke. i can't
type. funk dat. ahahahhahah... anyway... tymat stole someone's briefcase.
what a dipshit.. the guy went downstairs to security and mentioned it was
"odd" that his briefcase was sitting outside his door instead of inside the
room. ahahaha..
ld is back and he's a little more sober then he was earlier. earlier his dumb
ass was rolling around the room crashing into things laughing uncontrollably.
stupid BUNGHOLE.
ld, db, sodium, and tymat are all trying to figure out to order porn on tv
since it didn't work the other night. i'm nicely bored since i just had to
reformat this stupid fucking file since it was jacked up in dos edit.. it was
ascii text without line breaks.. LAAAAMMMEE... stupid windows notepad.
ld is complaining that the floor is wet and everyone else is going nuts that
there is no porno. ah, shaddup. i'm about to fall asleep, and i'm going home
tomorrow. h0h0. anyway... this file is open to everyone, i'll prolly write
a little bit tomorrow morning, but until then, this file is open to everyone
else.
.vy.
*** dum dee dum.. Tsk enters the room ***
What's up.. this is so weird.. ld is like in love with this guy named Ranger
Ralph.. he's fucking the comic book as I type.. .. um, now db is crying
because his cigar broke. <g> Sodium is sad because the porn ordering
people are asking for a home phone number, and tymat wants to go trashing,
only it's not dark enough. .. um, now ld and db are smoking cigars, and it's
really smelly in here.. ill be back later...
*** Tsk leaves and sodium runs in and kills people. ***
uhm. tymat walked around the venilation system and stole a briefcase from
another room. we made him put it back and the manager found out because there
is a direct link from this room to another and the vents in the other room
were broken. what a dumbass. and now here is tymat wad of cum and blood.
*** Sodium grabs a hooker in the hall and rams her until her head explodes
and tymat laughs. ***
that ventilation system was neat cuz yew could go to other rooms. the
next time i go to a convetntion i will bring elite tools like drills,
screwdrivers, bolt cutters and some elite listening devices. right now
my ass is in trouble so i will be going out for a walk soon and gro trashing
the briefcase hat i stole didn't have shit on it except for some comic books
anda a plane ticket. all i can say right now is that you ain't seen nuthin
from me yet.... just wait for defcon 1996. oh yeah... by the way... there
was this one fat dude in this one street corner preaching the bible and
he said something like "in five to ten years they will put a mark on your
forehead or under your skin, and you will not inherit god's kingdom if you
worship the beast!" it was so funny.. me and tsk were cracking up in the
street. db and ld are smoking cigars right now and it stinks like shit.
db says "worship the beast!"
*** tymat exits to the bathroom
*** tymat comes back after fucking his own ear. (sodium wrote)
ermm... eye didn't fuxor my own ear beyatch! and i don't have mood
swings. du0d... if yew think i'm crazy then piss off yew dirty cock sucking
three dollar hoe! anyway i'm going tew kill everyone! i'm going to sell
fetuses in the black market for crack cuz eye am in need! du0d, comic con waz
really fun. the crowd, the comix, the phree stuff (not to mention the stuph
eye stole from 4 different hotels), those chix in superhero outfits, the weed,
the booze, the fuct up thangz that eye did, and of corze the pipol that
went out of their way to hang out wif me. (I'm feeling a lot of love here du0d)oh by the way, ld is fucking the bed right now... heh... they're planning to
get a hooker to our room... hrmm.... interesting.... if thay did i'll just leavecuz i've seen a lot of these thangz while hanging out with the cripts from my
hood. i'm going to buttfuck the lion statue downstaris again. 0h gn0!@#! ld
is fucking the blanket right now... funny shit... anyway i'm done for the day...eyem going to go trashing or somethng.... aight! piece!
*** NEW QUOTE! "let me suck it." - tymat
** ANOTHER ONE! "just jam your nuts in the bucket!" - vYrus
*** NEWS FLASH ***
sodium has his dick hanging out of his pants. woohoo.
*** END OF FLASH ***
Monday
\=--=/
quick review, i want to get this thing released. this morning really sucked.
the management came in and determined that we owed them $150. woo. db paid 75
and penguin palace paid 75. that really sucked. we all cleared out, and me and
db flew back to oakland. that's where i am now, at home, finishing this up.
end of story. wild weekend, and here's a bunch of greets. and and best/worst
list:
greets: ld, db, tsk, tymat, pinguino, anarchist, todd, daniel fu, and everyone
elite that i met at the con. =)
best stuff
best booth: penguin palace
best costume: the big elvis dood.
best guy to talk to: the author of ranger ralph (he was at the booth next to
us)
best hotel room: 309
best night: saturday
worst stuff
worst booth: tsr, the people there was ASSHOLES.
worst room: 608 (they narked us out)
worst person: the hotel manager
worst experience: the briefcase thing.
worst day: monday. =)
peace to all the doodleboys...
.vYrus.
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