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_______________________________________________________________________________
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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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HACKING INTO HELL
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The True Story of Harry Poindexter
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by The Raver
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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This file was originally put out by The Lords of Twilight. With its
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re-release, cDc comm. is quite orgasmic to announce The Raver's unceasing
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fulfillment as a child of the Cow. -SR
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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
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back in December. The living room was dark...the stairs, equally so.
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Surveying the upstairs hall we see that all is dark, save a narrow bar of light
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escaping under one of the white doors. The faint sound of tapping could be
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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
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he is doing... click click click..."Damn!"...click click click...
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Harry, an accomplished hacker, called himself the Avocado Bandit, in
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memory of his greatest hero. He was using his Apple IIe to attempt to break
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into a local system that he had just recently discovered. Here is what his
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monitor echoed 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
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renewed vigor. This time when the login prompt appeared, he felt a cold chill
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and a single word materialized in his cranial passages ... Lucifer. Here is
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what happened 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
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his white fulfillment. Although he had posted logins on boards all over the
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country he had never actually hacked one out. Nay. He simply "leeched" the
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logins from other systems and re-posted them saying that he had hacked it.
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Now he was worried. He had gotten through the first door. Now how to get
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past the second? "Lucifer," muttered Harry, "What word is akin to that?"
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"Satan? 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
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he had created himself a super-user account. He hung up and dialed in again to
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test 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
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the kitchen. His rummaging around in the refrigerator woke his mother up. She
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came downstairs in her bathrobe and went to the kitchen... "What are you doing,
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young man," she exclaimed. "You know it's way past your bedtime."
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"But mom," whined Harry, "I'm just getting some Kudos and a glass of milk." Harry poured his milk into his Superman glass and listened intently to
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his mother.
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"Son, it's 3:30 in the morning. Why don't you eat your snack, wash and
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brush, and go to bed. Please, son," pleaded his mother.
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"Okay, mom," said Harry, the resentment in his voice plain as day. With
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that his mother went back upstairs.
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A few minutes later Harry went back up to his room (which he called
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Pirate's Zone) and sat down on his bed to munch upon his Kudos and milk. After
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he was done eating, he set the dishes down in the corner and lifted up the
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mattress of his bed and retrieved a ragged, dog-eared issue of Penthouse. He
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sat in his bed and tossed off for a while. When he was done he just looked at
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the pictures for a while and wished that he could kiss a girl... He then fell
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into 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
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night. In one particularly horrifying episode he had dreamed that he was tied
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and bound to a post on a ledge far above a vast cavern. Filling the cavern
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were hundreds upon hundreds of demons. In front of him was a large iron anvil
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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
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grew stronger when he heard the thumping of footsteps to his right. He looked
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over his shoulder and saw a demon approaching him. The demon had the torso of
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a man and the legs of a goat. It had a pentacle burned into its hairy chest
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and wore both a headsman's mask and a necklace of linked golden discs. The
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masses cheered as this executioner approached poor Harry. Harry was confused
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and bewildered, that is until he saw what the demon cum executioner carried,
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a 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
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to 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 shower.
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He liked to pretend that it was the transporter chamber on the U.S.S. Enter-
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prise^^ on StarTrek. As he turned on the water he heard a chilling 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
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his "manhood" as he stood before the great, iron-wrought throne of Satan,
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Lord of Hell. Satan smiled at him... all Harry could do was whimper. As Harry
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stood there, cringing before the might of Satan, he tried not to think of the
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dreams 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
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that you have done to my Purgatory are great indeed. Do you know what trouble
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you have caused, boy?" A tear streamed down Harry's cheek, "But all I did was
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to 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 sentence 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 bequeath upon you that which man
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has sought for all eternity... immortality!" 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, fulfillment'
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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
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Hell) lay over the drain. His body was covered in lacerations and blood was
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splashed all over the place. And right in the middle of his forehead stuck
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out the handle of a knife, the blade buried deep within his cranium. Mrs.
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Poindexter 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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===============================================================================
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(c)1988 cDc communications by The Raver 2/25/88-47
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All Rights Worth Shit
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