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$$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #160
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$$$$$P $$$$ $$$$ moo, oink, up your butt.
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$$$. $$$$xP $$$$ $$$$$$' >$$$$
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$$$$b 4$$$$b. $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$< %%
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$$$$$b 4$$$$$x $$$$$$$$$$$ 4$$$$$$$$$ %%
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>> "2599 Unlimited" <<
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by -> 2599
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(which basically includes Murmur, Mogel, Jamesy, Vanir,
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Tao, and for some unknown reason Graywolf)
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Now it is time to expose the plot.
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In 1747, the mystical treasure of the pirate Stanislaususus was lost at sea.
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A map was recovered in 1818. It was burned. A small child found the
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treasure in 1979. How is unimportant. Indiana is the setting. It is
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stolen from the museum in upstate New York. I have it. No, I don't.
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Anyway, there is enough destru
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my brakes don't work. I have my mom's car now. It has a neat thing that
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unlocks the doors by itself. I almost died on the way home from school
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because I couldn't stop. It was neat.
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i used to wonder a long time ago why all the really good video games had
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nothing to do with sex. then i figured it out. it's because sex games are
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really boring. then i played "type o negative: the fighting edition". And I
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wasn't surprised to find out that when you played as Peter Steele, you
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always won. And the question of who would win if two Peter Steele's fought
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is irrelevant. Nobody would be so stupid as to program a game in which that
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question would be answered, because everybody knows there's only room enough
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for one Peter Steele. That game's really not about sex.
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i like to watch the goth people who wander by, all sullen and depressed. and
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i like to ask them, "hey, what's your problem, mister?" "are you all dead
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inside?" "paper or plastic?" "do you like to eat chicken?" And finally, when
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they're at my throat, thirsting for the sight of my blood frothing forth
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from my jugular so they can do that blood drinky thing some of them do or
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maybe not if they're not that kind of goth, i like to remove their hands
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gently from my throat and say, "hey hey now you've got something to live
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for". most of them still don't know what the hell i'm talking about.
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little johnny was used to getting his way. ever since he was little, his
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mother could never get him to do anything she wanted, and he'd always throw
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a temper tantrum, even into his early teens. his mother tried bribing him
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with everything she could think of: toys, food, money, and she was even
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contemplating drugs because she was a really bad mother and had connections
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most mothers don't. but anyway, one day they were at the mall and johnny's
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mom wanted him very badly not to hit the little children as they walked by
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and he wouldn't and would cry and then draw his arm back powerfully before
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delivering a crushing blow to the skull of yet another child, relishing the
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"thwap" noise of his fist striking their delicate cranium, and then crying
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and whining so his mother would finally shut the fuck up. and then he was
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about to do it again, much to the disdain of his mother, who tried again and
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again to get him to stop because she was anal, and then they heard the
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deepest, most melodious voice either of them had ever heard. and johnny, for
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the first time in his life, said "ok mom". and kept on walking. and finally
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johnny's mom had found something to bribe johnny with. from then on, when
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johnny's mom wanted Johnny to do something, she'd just pop in a type o tape
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in this cheesy walkman, and put headphones on johnny. it's a good thing
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johnny was too stupid to get a job and buy a walkman and a type o tape he
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could use for himself or else his mom would really have been fucked.
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i still insist that black francis is going to hell. the past year's events
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have reassured me, at least, that he won't be lonely.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #160 -- written by 2599 -- 12/17/97 *
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