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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #440 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Ignorant Guardian" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Trilobyte !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 1/15/99 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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i have completely unknowingly managed to alienate everyone.
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me, being the pathetic thing that i am, and me, being a granite figure
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guarding the entrance to the place of all that is good. before, there
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was some chance of someone entering and finding what is good.
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unfortunately, now, that is not the case. i don't know why, but
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everyone's too scared to come anywhere near me, so i stand near the
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gate, lonely.
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while standing there, i look at the ground or at the gate. i
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used to survey the good things inside. that was back when people still
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weren't too afraid to enter. but now that nobody ever seems to pass by
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me, or come near me, i find it too depressing to look in there because i
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know that nobody will ever see what's inside.
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i don't know if anybody is still in there. it seems like it's
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been so long since anybody has gone in... maybe everyone who went in
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became so old that they died. i can't get that old, i'm made out of
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stone. kinda depressing, if you think about it. but don't think about
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it too long, because you might realize that i'm really not all that bad
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of a guy and you've been avoiding me for this long for no reason.
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you see, that is everyone's problem. they can't think about
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things for long enough anymore. they think about something and then it
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disappears from their head before they can figure it out.
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that's just one of the problems with people today.
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people just don't know anything. they may think of me and fill
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up with hatred. but they don't know why! they don't bother to wonder
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why they hate me. i am just made of stone. but people hate me all the
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same. that's completely irrational. that's pure ignorance right there.
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well, what the hell. i'm going to go inside the place.
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ok, there's nobody around. there are trees, video games, books,
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old cars. oh wait... there's a lady. i'll walk over to her.
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she's running away from me through the tall grass.
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i'm yelling at her to come back. no, she's still running away.
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oh, haha, she tripped on a stereo. ok, now i've caught up with
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her. i ask her how she's doing. she just looks at me. what? my arm
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just moved. my arm fell down quickly. fell down right quick. oh,
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there's a sword in my hand. my sword cut through her body. whoops.
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ehem. i will return to my post by the gate.
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wow. that was not so good. there are some nearby people
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looking at me. when they my gaze meets theirs, they turn and run away
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from me. why? why do these people constantly fear me? what have i
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done? i don't understand. there are still some people looking at me.
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my left arm lifts up and its gun aims at them and shoots, knocks down a
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couple of them with a few shots.
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maybe i should return to guarding the gate to the place with lots
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of good stuff. i just remembered how much i like it in there. there
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are good books, and old cars and things. everything that's good in this
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world. why don't more people come to visit? why are people so scared
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of me?
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i look at my feet. it's beginning to rain. i like the rain. it
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helps plants to grow. the cement sidewalk i'm standing on becomes a
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dark gray color. nobody's anywhere. people are so ignorant. they
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don't understand. they just don't know what they're doing. they're
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missing out on someplace great, just because they're scared of me for
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some stupid reason.
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is it because i'm made of stone?
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #440, WRITTEN BY TRILOBYTE - 1/15/99 !!
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