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*+* The Lords of Twilight present: *+*
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*+* Hacking Into Hell -- The True Story of Harry Poindexter *+*
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*+* Written by The Raver Call The Metal AE (p/w: KILL) 201-879-6668 *+*
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In the Beginning...
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The house was as silent as the moon was bright that dark, perilous night back
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in December. The living room was dark...the stairs, equally so. Surveying the
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upstairs hall we see that all is dark, save a narrow bar of light escaping
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under one of the white doors. The faint sound of tapping could be heard...
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Behind this particular door was the bedroom of a teenage boy. The room's
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occupant, one Harry Poindexter, was present. He sat in his "self-styled"
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throne tapping away incessantly at his keyboard. Let us look and see what he
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is doing... click click click..."Damn!"...click click click...
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Harry, an accomplished hacker, called himself the Avocado Bandit, in memory of
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his greatest hero. He was using his Apple IIe to attempt to break into a local
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system that he had just recently discovered. Here is what his monitor echoed
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to him...
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CONNECT
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Purgatory Systems, Inc. UNIX System V
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;login: _
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What utter melancholy thoughts draped this young boy's mind. He had been
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trying to gain access for the last six hours. Thoughts of getting a super-
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user account and the powers he could wield brought him to the brink of orgasm.
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"I must succeed," thought Harry, "I will succeed ... for I am the Avocado
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Bandit!" As the last of his default logins failed, he sat back and thought of
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events that occurred earlier in the day...
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When he had skipped school so he could log on to all the boards and leave
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messages about his newest victories, when he called his poor mother a worthless
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dog, when he sullenly apologized a half hour later and went to the grocery
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store with her so he could get some "Mr. T Cereal", and when he set up a
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conference with some of his "k-phriends" so that they could exchange codes and
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info.
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He told AE to autodial the number again and resumed his task with a renewed
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vigor. This time when the login prompt appeared, he felt a cold chill and a
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single word materialized in his cranial passages ... Lucifer. Here is what
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heppened when he logged on again...
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CONNECT
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Purgatory Systems, Inc. UNIX System V
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;login: lucifer
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password: _
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Getting worried, he hung up and thought. Small beads of sweat appeared on his
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white forhead. Although he had posted logins on boards all over the country he
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had never actually hacked one out. Nay. He simply "leeched" the logins from
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other systems and re-posted them saying that he had hacked it. Now he was
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worried. He had gotten through the first door. Now how to get past the
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second? "Lucifer," muttered Harry, "What word is akin to that?" "Satan?
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Belial? Beelzebub?" He dialed the number yet again...
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CONNECT
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Purgatory Systems, Inc. UNIX System V
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;login: lucifer
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password: satan
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Last login: Fri Feb 12 08:05
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$ _
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"Oh my God," exclaimed Harry Poindexter, "I'm in!" With that, Harry tried the
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ever-useful who command...
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$ who am i
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lucifer tty08 Feb 13 02:06
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For the next hour Harry played with the unusual UNIX system. By 3:30 AM he had
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created himself a super-user account. He hung up and dialed in again to test
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out his new account...
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CONNECT
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Purgatory Systems, Inc. UNIX System V
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;login: sammy
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password: toyz
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Last login: Sat Feb 13 3:24
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$ _
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"Man," exclaimed Harry, "That's so K!" He hung up and went downstairs to the
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kitchen. His rummaging around in the refrigerator woke his mother up. She
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came downstaies in her bathrobe and went to the kitchen... "What are you
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doing, young man," she exclaimed. "You know it's way past your bedtime." "But
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mom," whined Harry, "I'm just getting some Kudos and a glass of milk." Harry
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poured his milk into his Superman glass and listened intently to his mother.
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"Son, it's 3:30 in the morning. Why don't you eat your snack, wash and brush,
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and go to bed. Please, son," pleaded his mother. "Okay, mom," said Harry, the
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resentment in his voice plain as day. With that his mother went back upstairs.
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A few minutes later Harry went back up to his room (which he called Pirate's
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Zone) and sat down on his bed to munch upon his Kudos and milk. After he was
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done eating, he set the dishes down in the corner and lifted up the mattress of
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his bed and retrieved a ragged, dog-eared issue of Penthouse. He sat in his
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bed and tossed off for a while. When he was done he just looked at the
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pictures for a while and wished that he could kiss a girl... He then fell into
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a deep sleep, his light and computer still on.
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The Next Day Is Not Always Brighter...
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On Sunday Harry awoke with a start. He had had raving nightmares all night.
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In one particularly horrifying episode he had dreamed that he was tied and
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bound to a post on a ledge far above a vast cavern. Filling the cavern were
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hundreds upon hundreds of demons. In front of him was a large iron anvil and
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his limp cock was tied to it with a thong of black leather. In front of his
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sweaty face dangled a microphone with a small ID badge on it. The badge read
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"HBC Radio 666". He looked around the cavern. The reddish glow horrified him
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the most. He whimpered and was shocked to hear that such a small sound echoed
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throughout the dankness of the cavern at such a high volume. His mortal mind
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attributed that to the microphone that swayed gently before him. His fear grew
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stronger when he heard the thumping of footsteps to his right. He looked over
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his shoulder and saw a demon approaching him. The demon had the torso of a man
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and the legs of a goat. It had a pentacle burned into its hairy chest and wore
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both a headsman's mask and a necklace of linked golden discs. The masses
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cheered as this executioner approached poor Harry. Harry was confused and
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bewildered, that is until he saw what the demon cum executioner carried, a
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large sledge hammer. Harry glanced down at his dongle and choked back a
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scream. The masses were going crazy as the executioner hefted the sledgehammer
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up high. Harry screamed as the sledgehammer connected with his cock. That was
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when Harry awoke with a start...
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His mother was calling to him, telling him to come downstairs to eat his
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breakfast. Harry got up and slinked over to his computer, clutching at his
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crotch all the way. On the screen was printed something that horrified him.
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Here is what Harry saw on his monitor...
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Did you enjoy your nap? We're waiting for you to come and visit us..._
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Harry stifled a gasp and flipped the ON/OFF switch at the back of his Apple.
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The monitor shimmered, flickered, and then went blank. Harry ran downstairs to
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eat his breakfast...
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When Harry had finished filling his stomach with eggs and pancakes we ambled
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back upstairs to get ready for church. He undressed and hopped into the
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shower. He liked to pretend that it was the transporter chamber on the U.S.S.
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Enter- prise on StarTrek. As he turned on the water he heard a chilling
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voice...
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"Ready to beam down...energizing..."
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As Harry shrieked the water turned a crimson hue and he passed out. When he
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awoke he was in fetters and chains and naked as could be. He tried to hide his
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"manhood" as he stood before the great, iron-wrought throne of Satan, Lord of
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Hell. Satan smiled at him... all Harry could do was whimper. As Harry stood
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there, cringing before the might of Satan, he tried not to think of the dreams
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he had had the night before...
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Into the Lungs of Hell...
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"You are a pitiful sight, mortal. Had you not hacked your way onto one of my
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UNIX systems I might never have known of you," said Satan, "but the things that
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you have done to my Purgatory are great indeed. Do you know what trouble you
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have caused, boy?" A tear streamed down Harry's cheek, "But all I did was to
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create a super-user account. Honest. I swear to God...ulp." Satan bellowed
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forth with an intensity that shook the very foundations of this text file...
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rumble...rumble...rumble...
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"Enough!" screamed Satan. "I sentance you to never-ending aeons of punishment
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and torture! You will forever wish to die! Just when it appears that your
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mortal body can no longer take the punishment I shall give it you will be
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healed. Thus you will never die! In fact, I bequeathe upon you that which man
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has sought for all eternity... imortality!" And with a mere flick of Satan's
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taloned hand Harry instantaneously reappeared elsewhere in Hell...
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Harry was sweating profusely when he found out what kind of predicament he was
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in. Lying on his back, the warm and rocky floors of Hell gave him little com-
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fort. He was still naked and he was in a spread-eagle position, hand and foot
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bound to an iron stake firmly implanted in the barren floor. High in the dim,
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reddish skies of Hell circled several vultures, eaters of carrion. He could
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hear the screams of anguish of his "neighbors". What was his fate?
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Less than a score of minutes later the punishment that Satan had ordered was
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brought down on him, never to cease. Four imps of Hell fluttered over on their
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small, membraneous wings. They landed to his sides and snickered in their evil
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and high-pitched voices. One of them grinned and bit his leg. Harry screamed.
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The gaping wound in his left thigh seemed a well of crimson. But as Harry was
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experiencing the pain of such a wound it miraculously healed up. Harry, altho'
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no longer in pain from the bite, was still screaming his lungs out... It was
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then that another of the imps assaulted him. This one raised his iron pitch
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fork up high in the air and brought it downwards, mercilessly grinding its
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three forked points into Harry's crotch. The screams filled the air, the gore
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and blood welled, all to no avail. For as soon as the damage was done the
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wound healed itself back up.
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The Light is Always Darkest at the End of the Tunnel...
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Thus was Harry's fate sealed for all eternity. But what of his poor mother,
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you ask? Quite simply answered, friend. When she heard Harry's shriek while
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he was in the shower she ran upwards to see what was wrong. When she got to
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the shower where Harry had been she was greeted by an unpleasant sight. The
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body of Harry (or rather an imitation thereof, for the real Harry was in Hell)
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lay over the drain. His body was covered in lacerations and blood was splashed
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all over the place. And right in the middle of his forhead stuck out the
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handle of a knife, the blade burried deep within his cranium. Mrs. Poindexter
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screamed only once before she died of massive heart palpitations.
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Thus ends our wonderful excursion into the Lower Infernal Regions. Join me
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next time when we experience more demonic slaughter...
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(c) 1988 Lords of Twilight Written by The Raver 02/25/88
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