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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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Cow-San
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by Necrovore
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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COW-SAN (Pronounced "Kow-Sahn")
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"My prophecy upon this wasted earth and upon the corrupt creation that squats
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upon its ruined surface is: THOU SHALT KILL."
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-from "Jehova on War" by Robert DeGrimston aka Christ
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The sun dawned over Yokishawa, a small village in the northern reaches
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of feudal Japan. Shimmering beams of light glanced off of the icy peaks of
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Mount Fujiwara. These beams struck the hairless face of Okisama, a fat old
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merchant of Yokishawa. With a sigh, Okisama stood up from his pallet and
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rubbed his temples. A new day had begun.
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Okisama got dressed and ate his usual breakfast, a bowl of rice. He
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then left his home for Shangsei, the merchant bazaar where he sold his wares.
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Today he decided to try his hand at mechanical rice pickers, a new device
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conceived by his first son, Shumiara. At present, all the rice of Japan was
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picked by the peasant workforce. With this new invention, the peasants could
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stop picking rice and do more productive things, like building new towns.
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As Okisama strode down Sumi street he saw an unusual thing, a bald man
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in white robes. This man had skin brown from the sun and wore strange sandals.
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Around his neck hung a small brown pouch. As Oki continued down the street,
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it became apparent to him that he was being followed by the odd-looking bald
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man. At long last Oki whirled around to confront the old man. "Who are you
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and why are you following me, outlander?" said Okisama in Japanese.
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The old man said in broken Japanese, "I am Ghandivi, High Priest of the
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Cult of the Dead Cow. I am following you because it is my fate."
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Okisama cried, "Leave me be, smelly old man!"
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The old man fondled the pouch at his neck and said, "That I cannot do;
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it is my fate." In utter disgust Okisama turned his back and continued on his
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path, looking over his shoulder every once in a while. He thought to himself
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that the man's pouch smelled of vomit.
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As Okisama was nearing the Umiyama bridge he saw a large contingent of
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armed warriors jogging in procession. He looked back. The old man was still
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there. As he crossed the bridge he stepped to the side to avoid being run over
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by the ruthless warriors. Ghandivi, being a stranger, was knocked into the
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river by the procession. Okisama chuckled to himself, finally rid of the old
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man.
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Later that day, while in the bazaar, Okisama smelled that familiar
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vomit smell again. He had been rather unsuccessful at selling his son's
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mechanical rice picker. "I'll buy one," said a rattled voice in broken
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Japanese. Okisama whirled and say Ghandivi standing before him, a grin on his
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face.
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"Why do you keep following me?" said Okisama.
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"It is..." started Ghandivi.
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"Yeah, it's your fate. Well, fate on this!" cried Okisama as he belted
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Ghandivi, who promptly doubled over, making gagging noises. "Now leave me be!"
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screamed Okisama as he fled the bazaar for home.
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Along the way home he saw strange prints on the dusty road. Obviously,
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they belonged to a four-legged beast, thought he. How odd. When Okisama
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reached home he settled down in despair. He had sold no mechanical rice
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pickers and had been dogged by some crazy old outlander. He lifted a cup of
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spiced tea to his mouth. "Hello, most honorable dad," said Shumiara. Okisama
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looked up to his sons' face and threw up. Shumiara's ears were long and pointy
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now, not the way that they had been when he left this morning.
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"What has happened to your ears, son?" uttered a shocked Okisama.
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"Well, most honorable dad, I was making a few mods to my mechanical
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rice picker when, um, it got a hold of my ears and, um, sort of pulled them."
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Okisama said, "But why do you not yell in pain, my son? Does it not
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hurt?"
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"Oh no, most..." started Shumiara.
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"Knock it off with that 'most honorable dad' stuff, most honorable
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son." interrupted Okisama.
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"Well, at first it did hurt. Blood spurted everywhere. I was
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screaming. And then, I felt something warm and wet lap upon my torn ears. I
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looked up and saw a strange looking beast licking my ears. 'It kinda mooed and
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shit.' When it was done, my ears were unharmed - looking and were pointy, as
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they are now."
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"How unusual, I saw strange bestial tracks on the way home from the
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bazaar," said Okisama. The two continued talking as they ordered out to
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Domino's Rice for dinner.
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"That'll be fifty yen, bub," said the Domino's delivery man.
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"Here you are, most honorable delivery man," uttered Okisama as he
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handed the delivery man fifty yen.
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"What? No tip? Well, I hope the Noid makes your rice cold!"
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Okisama slammed the rice paper door shut in utter disgust. Somewhere
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off in the dark distance, he heard a strange noise. The father glanced at
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Shumiara who said that it was of the same kind that he had heard earlier that
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day. Okisama opened the rice paper door again and stared furtively out into
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the darkness. He saw nothing. He closed the door and father and son began
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eating rice.
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That night, after Shumiara had gone off to bed, Oki was reading the
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Nippon Times by candlelight while in bed. Events repeated themselves as they
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often do. There was a strange mooing sound off in the distance. Oki shuddered
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in fear and looked towards the open window... blackness. He then went back to
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reading the Nippon Times (a fine rice paper journal scribed in a strange red
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substance (almost rust colored, in fact), not wholly unlike dried blood. A
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scant few moments later Oki heard a scrambling outside his window. As he
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leapt from under his covers he smelled a familiar scent, a scent of vomit. A
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familiar bald head popped up. Oki screamed and fainted dead away. From else-
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where in the house we hear, "Whadda ma-ma-matta, da-da-dada?!?" as Shumiara
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scuttled into his most honorable father's room. He too screamed when he saw
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the horrid visage of Ghandivi.
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"It is my fate," uttered Ghandivi. Shumiara lapsed into blackness...
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When Oki awoke he found himself in his own private hell. Stretched
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between two great bamboo poles was he. Below him was an immense vat of boiling
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oil. Above him, whisps of smoke filtered out through a small opening in the
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thatched roof. Where was he?
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"Ah, so you have awakened?" said a familiar voice. Oki swung his head
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over and met the solemn gaze of Ghandivi. Again, Oki screamed. Ghandivi was
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as he always was, save for one thing; he had the lower torso of a bovine
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creature. Oki was sweating profusely. "Ah, poor merchant man of tyrannous
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descent, why have I brought you here? Indeed, a question that most obviously
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looms within the narrow confines of your mind at this very moment in time.
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I am the High Priest of the Holy Order of the Dead Cow. In the beginning,
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there was Cow. Now, that time has passed. Thus, the time is nigh to reinit-
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iate the belief of Cow, to revive her essence, to convert the unfaithful!"
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Okisama twitched nervously as Ghandivi continued his sermon. "I am to begin
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the Revelations of The Bovine. I am Ghandivi, the Harbinger of Death!"
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Ghandivi began to stroll (if you can call it that) around the great vat
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of bubbling oil. Oki coughed as noxious vapors wafted past his nose on their
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ascent to the vast cosmos above. "Smile, Okisama, for you are the Chosen One.
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You, and only you, shall be the first sacrifice to the Holy Cow. Your son,
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on the other hand, shall be sacrificed before you to Thrax, Roach from Hell(!).
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Smile, Oki, yes smile. It is a great honor we confer upon you."
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Ghandivi snapped his fingers and swatted a nearby fly with his hairy
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tail. A rice paper door opened and two large men of Arabic descent ushered in
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Oki's son, Shumiara. The men, garbed in robes blacker than the night sky,
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roughly deposited Shumiara in a ruined mass before Ghandivi, the Exalted One.
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"Yes, your son will meet one of the Holy Cow's enemies and perish. You shall
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watch in ecstasy as he dies for Thrax. And then you, fat hong, shall die for
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Cow; for Cow is Reality, and Reality is Death. You shall become the first
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homorealis to stalk the vast, ectoplasmic cosmos." Again, the snap of fingers.
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The two Arabs silently lifted the unconscious form of Shumiara and tied
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him to a pair of bamboo poles. Directly in front of his limp body was a grated
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well. As soon as Shumiara was in place, Ghandivi grinned and said, "Awaken
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him." One of the two Arabs struck Shumiara with a hairy fist. The resounding
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thud of impact almost echoed throughout the secret temple. Shumiara moaned,
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and the arab hit him again, this time with a backhand. Shumiara groaned as he
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opened his eyes. Blood ran from his puffed lips. At this time Oki began to
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whimper. "Silence!" howled Ghandivi. The two Arabs joined Ghandivi at the
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far side of the chamber. "Let the ceremonies begin! Joy, Okisama, feel the
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heartfelt joy as Thrax is satisfied!"
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About this time a strange scuttling could be heard. In mere moments,
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thousands of roaches began pouring outwards from the grated well, swarming onto
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the body of Shumiara. Screams filled the night air bringing chill to the heart
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of Oki. Roaches clambered all over the boy's body and fed upon his flesh.
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Blood began to flow. The ravenous insects crawled into his ears and ate at his
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brain. They crawled into his pants and devoured at his membranous member.
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They entered his body through passages not meant to be. Shumiara's abdomen
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burst open. Thousands of roaches, their soft carapaces covered in blood,
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flowed outwards; a stream for Thrax. The roaches began to strip Shumiara's
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dead body of its flesh. Oki began to cry out in anguish as his son was
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devoured. Ghandivi smiled in pleasure. The Arabs looked on grimly. In mere
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minutes, a damp skeleton hung where once hung Shumiara, the son of Okisama.
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Oki retched violently. Vomit spewed forth into the hot oil causing great gusts
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of putrid smoke to rise. The roaches disappeared back into their insectoid
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hell. Okisama, vomit still dribbling down his hairless chin, moaned, "Ah God,
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why..urp..me?"
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"Hah. Why YOU? Because you are what I term to be a crucifictionist.
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You will gladly crucify others, so to speak, to help yourself. That is
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unacceptable. Thus, you have been chosen for sacrifice to the Cow. She will
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chew upon her cud as she watches you die for Her." intoned Ghandivi. "Now, let
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the joyous celebrations of Cow begin!"
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With that, the two Arabic men strode towards Oki, who, at the sight of
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them approacing, screamed once more. During his vocal ensemble, Oki retched
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again. This time, more violently then before. His stomach contents flew
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forth, embracing the putrid air of the secret temple. Ghandivi laughed
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maniacally. The two Arabic servants snickered. When they reached their
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destination, the poles upon which Oki was bonded; the men unsheathed their
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tulwars and swung them around in anticipation of the events soon to begin.
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Ghandivi clapped his hands twice. The sharp blades struck the thongs that held
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Okisama suspended above the vat of boiling oil. Oki screamed as he fell down-
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wards into the bubbling inferno of the iron vat. The screams ended as abruptly
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as they began. Oki's flesh melted, separated from his bone by the heated oil.
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Hair came off in mats from his head and floated in the turbulent oil for mere
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seconds before it burned up. The oil bubbled violently as the body of Oki was
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burned into nothingness. Final peace.
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This file is dedicated to the Process Church of the Final Judgement, a
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bunch a English death freaks who tried, and yet, failed. Bad planning.
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_______________________________________________________________________________
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Behavior Modification.....806/793-9462 The Dead Zone.............214/522-5321
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Demon Roach Underground...806/794-4362 Dragonfire Private........609/424-2606
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Question Authority........715/341-6516 Pure Nihilism.............517/337-7319
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Tequila Willy's...........209/526-3194 The Metal AE..............201/879-6668
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===============================================================================
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Necrovore 4/88-12/15/88-90
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All Rights Worth Shit
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