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Damned Fucking Shit
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Edited by Access Denied
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Issue #5
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Title: On iCE Part One
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Date: 10/2/93
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By: DeMeNTia PRaeCoX
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On iCE
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A DeMeNTia PRaeCoX/DFS Production
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Part One
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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The cheery sang out through the loudspeakers and floated
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through the neighborhood. God, how I DESPISED that fucking song.
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It was all I heard, day in, and day out. That and the demands of
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all those little piece of shit kids who run up and order things.
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I FUCKING HATE them too.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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They hear me coming, and they tear outside the houses,
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plummeting toward me yelling their asses off, coins shifting back
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and forth in their hands. For I am the goddamned Ice Cream Man,
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and I drive the fucking Ice Cream Truck.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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But you just can't have this job for too long, I guess. I
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did, and I think that because of it, I've lost my fucking mind.
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Gone insane. Flipped out. I don't give a shit what you call it.
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I've started to get some strange ideas, bizzare ones. After all
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this time, one has finally sounded pretty damn good to me.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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I slowly picked the .38 caliber handgun up, felt the cold
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steel press against my bare skin. Heard the "click" of the
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bullets as they slid into the chambers. The grinding noise as
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the silencer was screwed on. The gun seemed like it was weighted
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just for my hand. I moved the gun around, shifting its weight
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slowly in my hand. Turning around, I aimed at imaginary targets.
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Today was going to be fun.
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Going outside, I hopped in the truck and turned it on. As
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the engine revved up, on came the song. Fuck. Well, I guess I'd
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just have to leave the damn thing going if I wanted to attract
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some of those little fuckheads. I put the gun down on the seat
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next to me and pulled out of the driveway.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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It was a couple of blocks before someone was hungry. As I
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was driving past a house, the door flew open, slammed shut, and a
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small shape rocketed toward me, screaming "Wait, wait!" the whole
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goddamned time. As if I was going to fucking take off and miss
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this. As it turned out, it was a little girl, about four or five
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years old. I pulled the truck to a stop and turned toward her.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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"And what would you like, little girl?" I asked sweetly.
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"Give me an ice cream sandwich!" she shrieked at me. Bitch.
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"Coming right up" I responded.
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I reached down onto the seat next to me, and grasped the
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handle of the gun. I slowly picked it up, holding it just uinder
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the window. The little bitch was looking the other way.
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"Oh, little girl?"
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She turned to look at me. In one fluid motion, I brought
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the gun up to bear, aimed out the window, and pulled back on the
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trigger. For just an instant, I saw a look of astonishment on
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her face, then heard the "Whirr" of a bullet passing through a
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silencer. The gun kicked, and then her little face exploded in a
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puddle of blood and bits of flesh. It was hilarious.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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I hopped out of the truck to get the little body. She, or
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what was left of her, was lying face down on the ground, with a
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huge hole in the back of her skull. Pieces of brain oozed out,
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over the shattered bone, and dripped down what was once her face.
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I picked the carcass up, went around, and back into the truck. I
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opened up the ice crem freezer in back (I left it empty today)
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and threw her in. Then I put the truck into drive and drove on
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to find another customer.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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A few blocks over, another victim appeared. This time it
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was a boy of about seven. He didn't seem to want any ice cream
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though. Too bad, he was getting some.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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I was about half a block away when he started crossing the
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street. I laughed, then slammed down on the accelerator. He
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looked up, but didn't seem to understand what was about to
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happen. That is, until the truck smashed into his face at 50
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miles per hour.
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There was a sickening "CRUNCH", and he went down. I heard a
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"thud", and slammed on the brakes. Looking back, I coudln't see
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him. Then I saw his head and arms sticking out from under a
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tire. The fucking truck waas on top of him! I backed it off,
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then I got out. Another twisted and broken body for the freezer.
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle,Jingle...
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When there was no room left in the freezer, I drove home.
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Lots of parents might be wondering where '"junior" was. I had
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used up all of my bullets, and put several dents in the truck.
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Still, I didn't care. I had a fucking blast. Now, what does one
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do with about 20 bodies?
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...Jingle, Jingle...Jingle, Jingle...
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To Be Continued in another issue of DFS.
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- DeMeNTia PRaeCoX [DFS]
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<EFBFBD> Distribution Sites: <20>
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<EFBFBD> If you're on the BBSs you know it. <20>
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<EFBFBD> Fuck you if you're not. <20>
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