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[TIC - Downtown Julie Brown Spills Her Guts] [ By Sarlo ]
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The Ivan Chronicles - Downtown Julie Brown Spills Her Guts
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You wander through the darkness aimlessly. Having been kidnapped by
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the fiendish Pompeo Posar, and taken to his Domain to wander to be
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tortured by the sights, you stumble down the hallways...
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Only a few short minutes pass before you find yourself standing in front of
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the large wooden door to the chamber. You grasp the cold steel handle and
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give it a slight pull. The door opens easily and you slip into the chamber
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under the cover of darkness.
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Once inside, you take position behind a pile of wood near the fireplace.
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After a few moments, your eyes adjust to the darkness. Looking around
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the large chamber you immediately notice a single figure against the
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far wall. Suddenly, from the main door of the chamber, another, much
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larger figure, enters the chamber. It sluggishly makes its way to the
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fireplace and sets a small torch aflame. With the room now partially lit,
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the two figures in the room are no longer a mystery... the larger is to no
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surprise, the headmaster Pompeo Posar. The other is more difficult to place.
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It is a female with dark hair. She appears to be bound by her wrists and
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ankles to the wall. Suddenly the silence is broken by a deep and heavy
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voice...
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"Now you're REALLY downtown, babe... wubba-wubba-wubba!"
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Gasp! Pompeo Posar has captured Downtown Julie Brown from the MTV networks!
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You sit behind the wood pile in newfound excitement as you could never quite
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stand the bitch, her fascist dance show and her goddamned teabag
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accent.
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Pompeo Posar selects two items from his tool chest. A silvery pair of tree
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branch cutters is set upon a small table placed a few short feet from Miss.
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Brown. The other, a long thin blade, is kept firmly in Pompeo Posar's right
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hand. At this point Miss. Brown begins to realize that this isn't any MTV
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prank, and that she is indeed about to experience a colossal amount of pain.
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A devilish grin slides across your face as Pompeo Posar removes the gag
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from Julie's ill complected face. Her screams of terror almost
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immediately fill the chamber. Pompeo Posar positions the gleaming blade at
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the base of Julie's throat.
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"Your voice has always annoyed me.", Pompeo Posar exclaims
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Instantly the blade pierces the tender skin of Julie's throat and exits
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out the back of her neck. Pompeo Posar then removes the blade as easily
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as it entered, uttering only a faint laugh.
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Gasping for each breath, Julie is now fighting for her life.
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Pompeo Posar once again positions the blade at the base of her neck.
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Slowly and gently it travels in a downward motion, through the ruffles and
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over the spandex where it comes to a sudden halt. Even from your distance,
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you can easily see the fright in Miss. Brown's eyes as she now remains
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frozen in fear. Without wasting a moment, the blade is driven directly
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into Julie's lower abdomen. In a rude hacking motion, Pompeo Posar delivers
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violent cuts, each one deeper than the next, tearing muscle from bone.
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Julie's cries of anguish blanket the entire chamber. Then, just as quickly
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as it began, it has ended. Pompeo Posar unexpectedly drops the blade and
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takes a casual step back. Miss. Brown is now nearly motionless. With a
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single cut through her neck and her entire lower abdomal area mutilated,
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Julie now has little inspiration to dance.
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You can see the exhaustion in Miss. Brown's eyes. Watery and red, they gaze
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unknowingly into the darkness of the chamber.
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"You'll be taking an extended vacation, Miss. Brown", Pompeo Posar
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mutters.
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You notice Pompeo Posar now has the branch cutters in his hands and is
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walking toward Julie. The cold eerie snapping of the blades sends shivers
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down your spine that seem to continue down to your toes. You can see
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Pompeo Posar carefully adjusting the blades, opening them about 4 inches,
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and thrusting them deeply into the cavity he himself created in her
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abdomen. The blades now surround Julie's spine, each positioned with loving
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care. With only the slightest pause, Pompeo Posar closes the branch cutters
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with all of his strength, instantly severing Miss. Brown's spine.
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You leave the chamber, slipping quietly out through the shadows and
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corners with a feeling of pleasure and contentment..
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