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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... Dream Tripped
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by Racer X
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The turtle, Houlihan, he journeyed; he had been journeying for days. The
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man who journeyed upon this turtle was called Biff. Biff was a tall, scruffy,
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cowboy type. He carried a gun but never used it. His clothes were torn and
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dirty. His long black trench was practically covered with greyness. His boots
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were old and decaying. His wide-brimmed ten gallon covered the entire area
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above his nose but it just didn't bother him, for he was tripping -- tripping
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with his turtle.
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The dust began to swirl and swarm through the desert air. Tumbleweeds and
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the like bounced and scurried along the coarse earth. Biff slowly turned to
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view the desert behind him. He looked below to his saddled partner and said,
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"Something evil is brewing and I don't like it."
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Houlihan looked up and simply said, "Huh?"
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Willy, looking off into the distance, uttered, "Yup. Something's up all
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right." He motioned to the turtle to move on. And they did. With a quick
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flash and a sonic flavoring, something occurred above. The clouds directly
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above them slowly began to part until a large hole had formed in the
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blue grey sky.
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Houlihan looked up nervously and said, "Uhh...Biffy?" Biffy just stared
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into the atmosphere above, wondering just what was next.
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Rays of green light shot suddenly through the hole until all was green
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below. A fine red mist poured through the opening, creating a blood thin fog.
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Biff opened his mouth and out came, "This is the luminous fog of a greater
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being -- one higher than all mortals, one with the power to control everything
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and anything. No other organism could relinquish such a fog."
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"How the heck do you know?"
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"I don't. In fact, I don't even know what made me say that. Something
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forced me to utter that out."
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"Strange, Biff, very strange. So what now?"
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"I don't know, turtle-guy, but I have an awful feeling that we're in
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deep puckey."
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Both staring upward, their mouths dropped ajar as if their lower lips had
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been weighted. Slowly, what appeared to be five crimson branches reached
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through the small atmospheric gap. As it proceeded through, its shape became
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much more evident. It was that of a hand -- an extremely large, bony, clawed,
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blood-crimson hand. This hand had arrived for a reason. It was there for
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Houlihan and Biff. With no time to escape, Houlihan said, "Uh-oh" as the
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monstrous hand pinched the two together and lifted them by their heads. The
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two projected endless screams as they ascended into the hell of the world
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above. The sky closed up and all was silent in the world below.
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*****
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The two seventh-earth civilians felt the hand suddenly let go of them as
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it threw them into space. Still screaming, the two raced across the new sky,
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tumbling and twisting, shaking their bodies violently. Suddenly, Biff smacked,
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head first, into a rocky bed of sorts, Houlihan following. Blood oozing slowly
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from Biff's nose, he sat up and looked around. Houlihan looked up at him and
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said, "Damn lucky to have a shell I am."
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Biff grunted and kicked him. "Big baby," Biff mumbled.
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The duo began to make themselves aware of their new environment. Biff
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climbed to his feet and turned to scan this rocky scenario. Biff rolled over
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on to his feet. The land was lit by a dim amber light. There was no evidence
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of the light's source; it was just there. Looking around, the light revealed
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an orange, rocky surface, which at various points held large pockets of a
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purplish-yellow fluid. To them, there was no evidence of any life forms
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whatsoever. Only silence. Nothing else, just silence. In fact, it was TOO
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silent, even for Biffy. Houlihan looked to Biff and in undying fear asked,
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"We're not in Kansas anymore, are we?"
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Before Biff could even think to answer, the ground rumbled and from the
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sky came a deep thunderous sound. It sounded to Biff like the sky was about to
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meet their newly found earth. For a few seconds, this earthen vibration
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continued until suddenly, it stopped. All was silent and then Houlihan's
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question was answered. A deep voice shouted down from up above and up from
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down below, "HELL NO! YOU'RE LOST!" and a most evil guffaw followed. The deep
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rumble re-started and their earth started to move. Various portions of the
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landscape rose and fell as if something was trying to uproot itself. Slowly,
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the ground burst open in different spots and large, purple, tentacle-like
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appendages protruded violently from the ground.
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"Not again.", Biff whispered to himself as the bestial appendages
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lengthened.
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"Hey stupid! You have a gun, 'member?" Houlihan shouted.
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"So I do," Biff said, rediscovering this amazing phenomenon.
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"WELL, USE IT!" Houlihan exclaimed as the fear built wildly inside him.
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Biffy reached back into his coat and pulled from his hip, his little helper.
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He held it out, cocked the hammer, and fired it. That first explosion of
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powder reverberated instantly across the hills of orange and then all was
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black.
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"Biffy?"
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"Huh?"
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"Wha' Happened?" Houlihan asked Biffy.
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"Don't know."
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A large thump echoed through the finely furnished cubicle as the child of
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ten rolled gracefully out of bed only to hit the wooden floor below. As his
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eyes met reality, he mumbled to himself, "Damn. Just when it was getting
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good."
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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[ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412
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\ / |PURE NIHILISM........517/337-7319 The Switchboard.......718/358-9209
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(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 time centre...........312/377-0359
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |(c)1989 cDc communications by Racer X. 03/03/89-06/19/89-#106
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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