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(ASCii By AD!)
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Damned Fucking Shit
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Issue #33
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Title: The Game
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Date: 6/7/94
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By: Access Denied
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The Game
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Dust flew across his face. He gazed out upon the dead world
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that he once called home. Looking across the horizon he saw a
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speck of light. His eyes ventured downward and he saw the
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skeletons lying at his feet. He kicked at the skull of one and it
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rolled into the deep chasm a few meters in front of him. Was this
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the world he once called home? It couldn't be. But in his heart
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he knew it was. He also knew that the terror that had befallen
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this world was created by one person.
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The skull rattled down the chasm. It made thumping noises as
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it bounced off the walls. Hours passed and the sound finally died
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away. The speck of light was bigger now. It was coming closer.
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Light encompassed him. It surrounded him like the life of
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something he once knew but had lost. It was him. He knew it to be
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true because it had told him so. Yet, he was afraid. This light
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wasn't alive, yet it was a living being. Fear overcame him and he
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ran. Ran for his life. It was too late. The light was him and
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they could never be separated. He then realized what he really
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was.
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He stood up. He journeyed across the destroyed landscape,
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wandering through piles of dust and bones. He was the light. The
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light was him. It had always been this way. In his wandering he
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came to many conclusions, all irrelevant. He saw even closer into
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himself. Darkness encompassed him and he wept. Not a tear for the
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world that he had destroyed, but a tear for the time he had wasted
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when he knew what he really was, that time being his entire life,
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everything before that, and everything after.
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So he had destroyed a world. What did he care? He knew what
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he was and now no one could stop him. No one ever could stop him.
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That was irony of the whole situation. He stopped his pitiful
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weeping. He lied down for an eternal slumber. He could afford it.
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Time was nothing to him. When he decided to wake up, everything
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would be the same. Of course he would fix it. That was part of
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the game. The game never ended. He was the game.
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No! It was too easy. Nothing was that easy. He wouldn't let
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it be that way. Why was this happening to him? He had done this
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forever. It was his little game. Why was it this easy? There had
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to be a catch somewhere. He wasn't so completely ignorant that he
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couldn't figure that out. He painfully realized that there was
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someone else. Someone more powerful. Someone who controlled him.
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But why would this someone let him know about the someone? It
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didn't work properly in his mind. It couldn't work this way.
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Sleep never arrived for him. In an instant he was up again. Damn
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this intolerable sunshine.
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That was it. He wasn't the light. It was so disgustingly
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obvious to him now. He wasn't the light! After all this time, he
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felt betrayed. Why wasn't he the light? It just didn't work out.
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The light was part of him. It always was. Always. It always
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appeared on the horizon after he finished his game. He didn't know
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why it was on the horizon. He took it as a given: After the game
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is played, the light is there. No questions asked. It was just a
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part of the game. But now he saw the light as it really was. Some
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sort of a higher being. But why did he know this? Wouldn't a
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higher being not let the lower ones know about itself? He would
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never let the lower ones know what he was, especially during the
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game. It was impossible. This light had to be stopped. It had
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made a mistake. It shouldn't have let him know. Now it would be
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destroyed.
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He faced the light. It was now next to him, as if summoned.
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Yes, it must be more powerful than he, it knew when to come. He
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gazed at it. It wasn't just light this time. All the times before
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it had been just been the light. Now it had shape. Nothing he
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could describe, but it had shape. How he cursed it, so obviously
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evil. One evil must always despise the other evil. Those were his
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rules. But this evil didn't hate. It was beyond hate.
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"Why do you appear to me now?" he addressed to it.
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The light came closer.
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"Why do you bother me? What have I done to you? You are the
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evil so I hate you."
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"Don't you know what I am?" it said in a quiet voice.
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"No I don't. I don't care. I don't have to care. This is my
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game. You don't exist. The rules do not allow it."
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"I exist."
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"You don't."
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"You still do not know who I am?"
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"If I knew, I would destroy you."
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"You shall now know. I am you. The game is over. We are
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one." it said in a tone that calmed him.
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Indeed the game was over. They joined. This was nothing new
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to him. It had happened every time before, and it had happened
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every time after. He was the supreme power and the game continued.
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Find DFS On These Fine Systems
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==========================================================================
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| Paradise Lost +1.414.476.3181 DFS World HQ |
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| Temporary Insanity +1.ITS.NOW.DOWN DFS Affiliate HQ |
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| Plan 9 Information Archives +1.716.881.FONE (3663) DFS Southern HQ |
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| Under World Element +1.203.740.9571 DFS Eastern HQ |
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| 7th Heaven +1.216.464.6789 DFS Affiliate |
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| Twilight Of The Idols +1.613.226.3386 DFS Canada HQ |
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| AE - Plan 9 Information Archives - Login: DFS |
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| FTP - etext.archive.umich.edu - /pub/Zines/DFS |
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| IRC - #DFS (Whenever Access Denied or Incarnate is on) |
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| To submit, call Paradise Lost and log on as DFS. The password is: |
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| JINGLE JINGLE |
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