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Anarchy, Inc. ...kind of, I guess, presents...
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A Day in the Life of Matt Ackeret
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by Surf Rat & Someone Else
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(formatted for 80 columns)
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with intro by Someone Else...
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Introduction
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There are a few things I would like to say about this file before you have a
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chance to read it, among them the fact that it was written quite some time ago.
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Due to the recent lack of Anti-Matt hype I have refrained from uploading this
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little gem until now. Hopefully I have made a wise decision.
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One thing you may not understand is, because I have had the misfortune to know
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Matt personally, I have tried in every way possible to conform to the actual
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image Matt himself presents us with in daily life. Quite frankly, I believe
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Surf and I have done a fairly accurate job. Unfortunately, the file is not
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finished, and further volumes eventually will be forthcoming.
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Matt Ackeret is a wholly fictional character, and is a trademark of Anarchy,
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Inc. All rights reserved.
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A Day in the Life of Matt Ackeret
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"..rringg!!!" the alarm went off. "Time to get up!" his mommy yelled from
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somewhere off in the depths of the dingy hovel. "But I don't wanna get up!
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Please, mommy, do I hafta go to school today?" Again, that same voice from
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somewhere else, "Yes, Mattey, you do. And do try to get along with the kids in
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school for once!" A grimace of fear crossed his face, "But mommmm," he
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whimpered, "They all hate me! Yesterday they tried to throw me in a garbage
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can!" His mom, undaunted, took control of the situation, now intolerable for
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poor Matt. "Now keep quiet dear, and eat your oatmeal." "But it's disgusting!"
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"Shut up and drink your milk!"
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Half an hour later, our hero leaves for school. He is late.
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Lonely and depressed, standing isolated at the forlorn bus stop, Matt looks at
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his watch. 8:05. A tear dribbles down his face and into his mouth. He
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swallows it and looks at his watch again.
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At first a slight haze on the horizon, the bus slowly grows into a huge
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monster, eager to swollow little Matt. He is ready. The kids, who are some 3
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feet taller than him on the average, laugh at him, as he runs onto the bus,
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orange backpack bouncing in the wind. with a huff and a puff, he flopps in the
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front seat. "Phew, that was close." "Hey kid!" grumbled one of the bigger,
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younger freshmen sitting behind him, "Get that backpack down so I can see!" "No!
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your dumb! You little Freshman!" squeaked Matt in triumph, finally able to be
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better that someone in something. "Listen runt," the now standing freshman
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growles, a look that spelled impending doom spread across his face, "I'm
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gunna--" the bus lurches. Matt is thrown out of his seat and smashes his face
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against the plexiglass window. A scream of agony pierces the air. "Mommy!
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Help me!" his nose starts bleeding, and soon a small puddle surrounds him.
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"I'm bleeding! Someone help me!!" "Well, guys, should we help him?" someone
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yells, "Naaa! let the zit bleed!" and with a chorus of agreement and applause,
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all subside, to hear Matt whimpering in agony. Finally, after an eternally long
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ride, they arrive. It is Homestead High School; for Matt, it is hell. He
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tripped off the bus, and upon getting up, stared in disbelief, as everyone
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seemed to be getting still taller than before. "Darn! Why can't they make a
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growth hormone that works?" he says to himself as he gets up, viewing everyone
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on an eye-to-crotch basis. From his unique position, he was able to look at
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guys' crotches, and wish that he could have such a muscle. Oh well.. someday..
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he says to himself as he thinks of how puny and thin his own dick is.
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It is now 8:15... Matt is late for first period. As he rushes to his locker,
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waves of fat undulating across his body throw him off balance and force him to
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stop and wait for a moment before continuing. In time with his short steps, his
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backpack kicks him a few good ones in the rear. As he reaches his locker, he
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sees that someone has played a nasty trick upon him, dripping out of his locker
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is a purplish goo. Undismayed, as this is quite normal, he reaches for the
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little black knob. Oh no! He forgot his combination!! No matter! The lock
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was krazy-glued (TM) shut that morning anyway. With a grimace of sheer
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determination, Matt hits his locker with the full force of his 80 pound body.
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It smacks open, hitting him in the face, which on anyone else would have been
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their hip: his nose starts to bleed yet once again.
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The tardy bell rings as he runs helter skelter into his sewing class, tripping
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over the cords and landing face first in a Senior girl's lap. Recieving a slap
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for that, he sits down. "You're late," the teacher glares at him. "It's
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Saturday school for you." "Oh no! please! Not another semester of that!"
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whimpers Matt, as all the girls, relieved that he will be out of their class,
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breathe a sigh of relief. One girl, the one with the glasses, no tits, ugly as
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hell, and a real bitch, gives him a quick smile. She had always liked his
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style, that way he has of tripping over things, and getting stepped on.
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Besides, she knew that he was the only one that she could ever get anywhere
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with. After class, she sidles up to him with the look of pure love firmly
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etched in her face. "Oh Matt, you're wonderful!" Matt, thoroughly disgusted by
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the mere notion of having a <gasp> girl look at him, quickly turns away blushing
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a deep crimson. The girl sees, and walks away, smiling to herself. "At last!"
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she said to herself as she walked down the hall, trying to push out her chest to
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make her look like she had tits. Two guys talking nearby began to look a little
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nauseated.
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Matt, all this time panting, and wondering how he would ever explain this to
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his (ha!) friends on the modem, cumms in his pants. People begin to turn and
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watch when he shivers and moans in the sheer glory of it. "Hahah! Matt finally
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did it!" the whole school chanted, as he gives them a full view of his now moist
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and sticky crotch. As Matt walked out of school, blushing a dark, deep, if not
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florescent shade. A girl, the same butt-ugly one he had talked to after Sewing
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3, runs up to him and squeezes his prick. "You macho man, you!" "Uh, golly, uh,
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um," Matt says confidently, "you want to come over and uh, um, see the family
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album?" The girl giggles and thrusts out her tits... "Go on, suck these" she
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pants. Matt runs away, embarrassed, into a closet and hides till the end of
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recess. After the bell rang, and his pants had dried, he emerged, now only
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glowing faintly.
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What an experience! Somone actually offered her tits to me! Even though they
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weren't big yet, it could have been a worthwhile experience, Matt thinks. He
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waddles into the counselor's office to ask advice on the big 'K'..kissing, which
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up until recently, had only been a mere dream to Matt, a wet dream. Mrs
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Kreitemer, the counselor, smirks at him from behind her pointed nose. "Matt,
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Matt, what will I ever do with you..."
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//.....................................\\
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|| Anarchy inc. ||
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|| "We take care of our own." || :.Coming Soon.:
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|| The Daredevil, Havoc The Chaos, || "The Anarchist Manifisto"
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|| The Moon Roach, Ruby Tuesday, || by the Moon Roach
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|| Surf Rat, The Sheik, Dark Shadow, || "The life and times of
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|| Ron S. VanZuylen, Eric C. Thompson, || Eric C. Thompson."
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|| A Modem User, The Anarchist, || "Roofing! A complete guide!"
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|| Someone Else, Alexander of Atlantis,|| by Havoc The Chaos
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|| Teeny Bopper, DB Cooper, || ...and much more...
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|| Pleasure Victim, & Torqa Dun. ||
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\\.....................................//
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Anarchy inc. "We take care of our own. Don't make us take care of you."
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