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Damned Fucking Shit
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Edited by Access Denied
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Issue #14
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Title: Death of a BBSer
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Date: 11/5/93
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By: Access Denied
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Death of a BBSer
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The song from Mission: Impossible was playing in the
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background. Suddenly with a huge scratch of a record it stopped.
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Somebody started playing Fairlight (FAIRLIGH.MOD) in the background
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and someone else's skin crawled. A parrot's voice was heard, but
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no one paid attention. The random clicking of keys could be heard
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in the background. A dial tone, followed by some odd beeps and a
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ringing sound could also be heard. This was no ordinary gathering.
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It was nothing anybody could describe. It was, in all senses,
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DISGUSTING.
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Suddenly, a voice cried out "HAHHAHA LAMER BOY!" The entire
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crowd turned around and all the music and sound stopped. Standing
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in the doorway was none other than.... Oh... never mind.
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Well that was a boring story.... on to another....
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The day grew dark.... ahhh that sucked too.... lemme think...
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Ok.... I got one.
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A BBSer that many people hated sat in front of his computer.
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He called a BBS and read some messages.... suddenly he screamed out
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"LAMER BOY! I HATE LAMER BOY! It is my life's destiny to UTTERLY
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DESTROY LAMER BOY!!!!!!!" Leaving a message lacking all forms of
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maturity, the BBSer logged off the BBS with a sly grin. Little did
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he know what was in store for him.
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After logging off the BBS, he typed "CD \PORNO\BONDAGE\MEN".
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"Oh... Steve! I can't wait to take a look at your handsome body!"
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the BBSer cried! But without a warning, his monitor exploded with
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a huge bang. When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the
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computer.
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There was, however, a grim reminder of what had just happened.
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The BBSer's limp body was slumped over the table on which the
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computer had once stood. The body was missing something however...
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Instead of a head and shoulders, the top of the body was a
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mass of bloody, steaming, tissue, bones, and mucus. The BBSer's
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arms were strewn on both sides of him, his left pointer finger
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still twitching from nervous reactions. Blood spewed out of the
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massive wound onto what was left of the former computer's keyboard.
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Blood and tan colored brains were splattered on the wall
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behind the BBSer. A chunk of his skull could be seen on the floor,
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spinning in circles with a piece of brain still inside of it. A
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half-crushed eye ball could be seen hanging from the bookcase on
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the wall, swinging back and forth. After a few moments, it fell to
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the ground, the entrails that were holding it up having torn. A
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part of the BBSer's tongue could be seen on the extra chair next to
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the maimed body. Bone fragments were strewn everywhere, and a
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small nose was also on the ground. It was a very interesting
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predicament.
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Of course it must be realized that when a body loses major
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parts, such as the head, the smell tends to be fairly repulsive.
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The repulsive odors of this headless body drifted outside onto the
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street where people walking by were overcome. Being a busy street,
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the sight of people walking into oncoming traffic is something to
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see. One young woman walked straight out in front of an oncoming
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semi. The driver had no time to even see her, much less attempt to
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stop. Her limp body was torn in two by the force of the truck and
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was thrown a few feet into a brick wall.
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She was still alive however, her face twitching in horror as
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she saw her legs and lower body lying next to her, her intestines
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strewn in front of her.
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The truck driver was in much worse shape though. Hearing the
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crunch of bones under his wheels, his slammed on his breaks. They
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locked though and the truck went skidding into a group of fifteen
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school children.
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The driver, not wearing his seat belt, flew through the
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windshield and into the wall of a building nearby. His head was
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nowhere to be seen after this. However, there was an odd bulge in
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his chest area. Upon examination by the medical people, it was
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found his partially flattened head had been pushed into his lung
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cavity. His spine tore down his right leg and out the back of his
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knee.
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The semi plowed directly into the group of school children.
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Of the fifteen, only two survived. One of these two was maimed for
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life, his right arm bent into an unsightly shape, only two of his
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fingers on his left hand were still in tact, and he was paralyzed
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from the next down... what was left of his lower body actually.
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His legs were so torn apart that they had to be amputated. The
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other child was completely unharmed... physically. Mentally he
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suffered from uncontrollable fits of violence, finally killing
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himself three years later.
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After it was finally over, small hands and other small severed
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limbs could be seen strewn around the ground. In all, 16 people
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died. The street was stained such a bright red from all the blood
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that it had to be rebuilt.
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The city this happened in never recovered from this and total
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anarchy broke out. The US government decided the city was too bad
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to exist, and a 20 megaton nuclear bomb was tested on it.
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Then the world blew up.
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Hmm.. that was a k00l story!
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