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| Bomb Shelter G-Files |
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| Presents |
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| The Terror Bears on the Rampage |
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| Darkside 444 |
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"Loving and caring can save the world."
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"Oh golly, thanks Care Bears (tm) for all your help,
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and I promise I'll be a good little boy from now on and
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worship mom, dad, and the president because they are
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good and they support caring."
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"Ok Billy, we hope you learned your lesson."
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Two children were sprawled in front of the idiot box
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viewing the end of the care bears' movie, and were
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thoroughly enjoying it. At least, supposedly. One
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was around 4 or 5, the other was older maybe 16 or
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so. The 16 year old was sprawled on the couch, fast
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asleep.
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Little did they know, a small black dimensional field
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was opening up down the hallway; it spewed forth small,
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dark, dank, furry bodies, who were eagerly taking
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hiding places among the furniture.
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All at once, the dimensional field closed up and one
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of the furry figures walked into the living room where
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the two children were. The small girl turned around
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and exclaimed:
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"Oh Mike! A care bear (tm)!"
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The teen on the couch mumbled something, and turned over.
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The furry figure reached down to the small girl and said
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in a low snarling voice:
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"Wrong runt, a Terror Bear."
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With a strong arm, he lifted up the little punk, and hurled
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her out the second story window. Glass shattered and
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the teenager on the couch woke up and looked at the bear.
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"What the fuck, a furball."
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He studied the bear. It looked like on of those digusting
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care bears, except on it's stomach instead of a smiley
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face or flower, was a mushroom cloud. It had pure white
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eyes and dark black fur. The other bears looked almost
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alike, except each had a different picture on his stomach,
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and had a darker or lighter color fur.
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The other bears filtered into the room and circled the
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astounded kid. Some of the bears proceeded to smash
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the t.v. set, rip pictures off the wall, piss in a flower
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pot, set the couch on fire, and raid the refrigerator
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at the same time. Crackling laughter suddenly sounded
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throughout the room, and machine gun fire riddled the
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kid on the couch.
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"Insane bear, you dipshit, we could have interrogated the
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sap." said the leader, named Death bear.
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Insane bear continued to laugh, until silenced by a
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bear with a corroded stomach called Rotten bear.
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Death bear immediately started barking out orders, and
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the house became a flurry of activity. Everything of
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any worth was taken; jewelry, silver, gold, vases,
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oriental rugs, and a computer.
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Suddenly, a bear called Asshole bear came into the main
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room where orders were being given.
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"Death bear, we have enemies stationed out front!"
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"What kind of enemies, Asshole?" Death bear asked.
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"Ahhh, the care bears oh supreme master."
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"Shit."
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Death bear ordered the rest of the terror bears to
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draw their weapons and get ready for battle. The
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bears punched out the front windows of the house to
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see the care bears out front, climbing out of their
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cloud boat. Insane bear suddenly ran at the carebear
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line intent on blowing them all away with his machine
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gun.
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The carebears ordered a care bear stare, and Insane
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bear was instantly vaporized. Death bear immediately
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screamed out Death Plan A and the terror bears went
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into action.
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Fire bear started spewing liquid nitrogen onto the care
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bears taking out at least five and Demolition bear
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stealthily snuck onto the care bear cloud ship to
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install a myriad of explosives.
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The rest of the terror bears ingaged in hand to hand
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combat. Knife bear, Grenade bear, Smell bear, Rape bear,
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and most of the rest defeated their opponents. A
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yell suddenly sounded throughout the battlefield:
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Demolitions bear was on fire and was proceeding to
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jump off the cloud ship.
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"I fucked up majorly!" he screamed.
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The terror bears knew what this meant so they all hit the
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deck as the ship exploded prematurely.
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Eighteen hours later, a paw surfaced beneath the rubble.
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It pressed a button on its wrist and a small interdimensional
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door opened, and he stumbled into it.
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"We'll be back."
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| Written For: |
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| The Flaming Toilet 312-234-6795 |
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| Genesis Project IIe 312-395-1816 |
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