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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Red Casino
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<Knock> <Knock>
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"What's your name?" Yelled a deep damanding voice through
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the small hole in the large metalic door.
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"Mr. O." Replied the tall skanky man with dark brown hair.
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His cheep ugly three piece suit almost made you want to shoot
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him right there.
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"What's the password O?" Questioned the man behind the
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door useing a more relaxed voice this time.
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"Orange Sidewalk." Convincingly replied the sickining man.
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"Alright, Come on in." Grunted the death butler. As the
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door opens you can see a glimpse of the man, he reminds you a
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lot of Mike Tyson. You quickly make a mental note that what
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you are about to do had better work or you will probably be
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dead within the next two minutes.
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<Nock> <Nock> <Nock>
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"What's your name?" He yelled, almost sounding annoyed.
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"Mr. T." You say in a calm, almost chilling voice.
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"Well what's the password T?" He asks, trying to play a
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tough guy.
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"Orange Sidewalk." As the words leave your mouth you can
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hear the door man shiver from your voice.
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"You may enter." This time he almost sounded polite. You
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turn around before entering. Good, no more visitors.
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As you exit the hallway, the Casino opens up for you.
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Nothing catches your eye as being unique. Just the usual sight
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one would see in a private Casino. Poker, 21, Roulette, and
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Craps. Two tables for each game. Most of the people are hung
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around the second craps table. Someone must be winning it big.
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You see the same ammount of whores you would normaly see in a
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place like this. About two for every lucky winner. Only a
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handful of women are actually gambling. Their husbands must
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have died recently.
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You walk over towards the first Roulette table. There are
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about ten people hanging around it already. Of those ten,
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three women are hanging around three of the guys. You quickly
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look down at the table. Two of those men have what appears to
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be $500,000 total bet on black. The other has about $50,000 on
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00 and about $140,000 on red. The other two men at the table
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are not even worth mentioning.
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"New bet," you quitely say as you take the last seat at
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the end of the table. You say it just loud enough for everyone
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at the table to hear what you have said, but not loud enough
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for anyone to have taken a notice to you. You pull out
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$10,000, the minimum bet, and place it on red. It is such a
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small ammount that no one pays any attention to you.
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"All bets final." Says the man behind the wheel as if he
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were hosting an auction. He spins the roulette wheel like a
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professional. He then tosses a silver metal ball on the
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outside of the wheel, it rolls in the oposite direction that
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the wheel is turning. The ball falls onto the spaces, and
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after hopping around for ten seconds it drops on a red space.
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The number of the square is completely irrelavent.
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After Mr. Auctionier announces the space he gives you and
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the man sitting next to you, wearing a white suit and some
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blond slut, your winnings. You notice her sad attempt at a
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sexy smile. The two men who had bet on black are now swearing
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and yelling. As the two men walk away, you hear one crying as
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he exists the Casino. That is a very lucky man. The other one
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walks over to one of the Poker tables. On his way over he
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turns to the woman that was strung out on him a second ago and
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mentions something about being better at poker. The other
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women transfers herself to the second Craps table you noticed
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on your way in.
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A new man in a bizzare green outfit replaces the seat of
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Mr. Super-Poker-Man and says "New bet," in the best used car
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sales man impression he could conjure. You don't take notice
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to what he betted on, it doesn't matter to you at all. You
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collect all your money from the table.
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"Are you through sir?" the spinner says in the most
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whiny suck-up voice you have heard all day. You are going to
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enjoy this.
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"No. I will be finished when there are no more black
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spaces on the wheel," you reply to him, giving him a cold
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glare. He returns the look with a face of complete confusion.
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His face then disolves into utter happiness when you remove a
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five inch stack of $100 bills from the inside of your trench
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coat and toss them onto red. The bills spread across the
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betting space completely covering it. You feel a stare.
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Looking over your right shoulder you notice the bimbo grinning
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at you. She imediately turns her head away completely losing
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her smile after you produce the coldest stare you posibly can.
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"Very well indeed. All bets final," he says in his most
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chearful voice yet.
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Once again he tosses the ball onto the wheel. Bouncing
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past reds, black, and even green the ball reflects a ceiling
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light into your eye. The wheel slows down and you can already
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see where it is going to land. Everything is going exactly how
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you planned it. Confirming your wishes the silver ball
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finally rests on a black space. You can hear sighs from
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everyone at the table except for that bitch standing next to
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you, she just seems to snicker at you, she will be second.
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"I am sorry sir. Are you going to continue in the game?"
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He questions you as though you have money flying out your
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britches.
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"Yes. I have one final bet I would like to make." As your
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words fall silent and the seven bodies around you grow quiet
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and still, they await to see the next ammount of money you
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will pull from your coat. Reaching in you feel the coldness of
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what you were looking for. You pull out a silver and bronze
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object no bigger than the silver ball that was just spinning
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around the roulette wheel. You take a look at your watch.
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"Red!" you shout as you toss it into the air so that it
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will land on the wheel. As everyone is watching the bullet,
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tryin to determine what it is, no one notices you pull out
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your two black 9mms. You put the first one just far enough
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away from the sluts head so that she won't know it is there.
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The second one you point directly at Mr. Auctionieer. As the
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bullet lands on the wheel, you see it on red.
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"I win." You calmly say as you fire one of the guns at
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the annoying bastard behind the wheel. Before his body starts
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falling onto the wheel you fire the other gun so that the
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whores head explodes into a red flaming mess. You then shoot
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the next man in line, he would have had the unfortunate
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opportunity of having to sleep with that cunt you just blew
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away. You point the other gun towards the entrance expecting
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the guard to have responded to the shootings by now. He
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doesn't get more than two steeps before blood fills his eyes
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from the newly formed hole in his forehead.
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After that it doesn't matter who is next. You just start
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plugging away. Not one bullet is wasted. Everytime you pull
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the trigger on your nine someone dies. You only have to reload
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a couple times, which doesn't matter anyways because no one
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even knows where you are even if they wanted to attack you.
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There was just too much chaos going on, and you are loving
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every minute of it, until everyone is apparently dead.
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You take another look down at your watch and notice that
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only five minues have passed. Grabbing your money off the table
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you notice that the blood of the roulette spinner has filled
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all the spaces on the wheel.
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"They are all red now, and I am finished," you laugh to
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yourself.
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On your way out you notice that Mr. O, the man who
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entered right before you, is crying in a corner of the Casino.
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You look around for anyone else, but see no one left alive.
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Although you would love to splatter blood all over his ugly
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face you remember the promise you made to yourself. He looks
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up at you.
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"Please...... Don't shoot me!!" He cries to you.
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"I won't," are your final words as you continue your
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pursuit to the exit of the Casino. As you pass him by you take
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a white card out of your coat and toss it on the ground in
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front of him. Making your way outside you go to your black
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Honda just down the street. Before entering you take out the
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fake money in your coat and throw it around the street,
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screaming the most evil laugh you have ever been able to
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create.
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Back at the Casino Mr. O finally gets enough courage to
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look down at the white card you had tossed in front of him.
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Picking the card up in his shaking hand he makes out the words
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"Mr. Tricko"
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Rage-303.tr
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