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| | "The Poetic Terrorist" | |
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| | By: Abigwar [BGR] | |
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| | Date Written: 10/31/94 | |
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Happy Samhain, Glorious Hauntings, And wonderful Gore & guts!
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Ok, Heres the deal. Chapters 1 and 2 are here. You want more? Tell me. If you
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don't know me, tell Mogel. If you don't know Mogel, tell some one who knows
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me. If I get enough requests, I'll finish up.
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CHAPTER 1
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The assilant sat in the bushes out side the gate. Every day at about
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this time, the governor comes home from her daily drive in her shiny white
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limo. "Ahh, there they are, right on que." thought the masked person.
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The wide gates swung open as the security gateman gave a little nod of
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recognition at the limo driver. The assilent jumped out of the bushes and
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snuck in the gate. He silently snuck up on the gatehouse where the first
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guard sat, watching the oversized fence close. The burgler grabbed the
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guard in such a way he could make not a squeal, and subdued him with his
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own shiny new, never used handcuffs. He tied a bandana, with the word
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'THINK' written in big black letters, around the man's mouth and head.
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The next guard he encountered was an armed security guard walking along,
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the long drive way. "Their was usually never this many guards, but hell, it
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is devils night tonight!" He thought as he approched the guard. With a
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quick flash the guard was on the ground. Handcuffed and gaged. This time
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the man's head read "I'm Innocent!" in bright red letters. The word
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innocent would have never fit if the man wasn't bald.
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Next was the two front door guards. He walked up to the door, and walked
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right between the security guards. They gave him the funniest look. Oh
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yeah, Some one forgot to take off their mask.. Oh well. He reached for his
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pepper gas and maced one of the two and then did a roundhouse kick to the
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other man's temple. He tied them down. Their heads read: "Don't blame us,"
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and the other one: "...We're just guards!". On one man's arm he wrote: You
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rich bastards don't pay us enough anyway." And of course on the other
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person's arm: "You deserve to get robbed!"
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He rang the happy little door bell, and heard "dong,Dong,DONG,DING,Ding,
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ding." A person dressed in black and white answered. This must have been
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the butler. But our masked hero didn't care... He just gently pushed him
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out of the way, and walked in the door like he belonged there. He looked
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all around, but almost got lost in just the thought of how big the place
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was. His eyes came back and settled on the butler. He spoke calmly, "Where
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is the Mayor, sir?"
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The butler responded, "C-c-c-come wit-wit-with me." "You sound scared,
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my good sir. Don't be. I am not here to do you any harm. I'm a burgler.
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Well, to be exact sir, I am a Poetic Terrorist." He stated. "Oh.." said the
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the butler, still not to sure of himself.
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They came to a big double door. Set into it was a sign, A golden plaque
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if you will that said "The Mayors Office". He took a pair of hand cuffs
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from his pocket and shackled the man to the stair case posts. "Just in
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case." He burst through the doors and whipped out a gun.
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"Hello Mrs. Mayor.", His eyes glimmered. "You have fucked over our
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people. You made the poor poorer, and the rich richer. You must pay. He
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put a gun to the mayor's head. "I want five paper clips RIGHT NOW, and
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don't try any funny stuff damn it. I mean business!!"
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"Your really fucked, you know that?" she bursted out with. "What was
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that Mrs. Mayor? You swore? This is a police state! Don't you remember you
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passed a bill that there shall be NO SWEARING? My god, you felon. That
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is going to cost you 7 peices of toy leggos!"
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She reached through her draw and grabbed five paper clips and handed
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them over to him. "Now the leggos!". She stood up and led him over to her
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sons room. Her son was in school. Where our hero should have been as well.
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She open her sons dresser. "OHHHH MY GOD(S)!!!!" he yelled. "A TOY GUN!"
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"YOUR SON IS IN VIOLATION OF THE BILL YOU PASSED!, You know, The one in
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which you said imitation weapons where illegal. I could turn him in for
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this, and you for disordly conduct. After all, you let him have it, and you
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knew he owned it. You are oblidged to call the police if you know something
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as very important as that!"
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She picked out the 7 leggos almost in tears and handed him them. As she
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was drawing back her arm, she lost her balance for some odd reason and her
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hand grazed his left breast. "Your molesting me!", "Now your name must be
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posted all across the state, so no one else will be molested by you. You
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dirty little pervert! Now the whole world will know of your crime!
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You will never be rehabilitated, because you grabbed my breast. I'll see
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you in hell! (Sarcasticly said of course! <: )"
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He pushed her out the door and hand cuffed her to the railing as well.
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then he took out his cuff keys and put in about 4 inches out of her reach.
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As he walked out the door, he hung a giant poster on the wall over the top
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of a very expensive picture. On the table right besides the door he left
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all the leggos with a note reading:
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" Dear Billy,
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Hi, You don't know me,
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but I was playing house
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and politicains with your
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mom. I almost forgot to
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give back your leggos. It
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is a shame you have every
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thing you want given to
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you. But that's not your
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fault, so we will leave
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that out of this. Here
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are your leggos.
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-The poetic Terrorist! "
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He went back up the stairs real quick, and pointed his gun at the
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woman's head. "What can I do?, LET ME GO!" she pleded. "What you can do
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is pass no more bills of this sort, ever again. And do your best to
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get rid of the current ones." He pulled the trigger and a little flag
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popped out. "Bang." Not even a "BANG!!", Just a "Bang."
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He left.
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The next week, she passed a bill. It said that police could search any
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one on sight, and any house when ever they wanted to for any reason. And
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enough... Our hero left his damp and desolate abode. In a few hours, an
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knock could be heard wrapping on the mayor's front door.
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CHAPTER 2
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Like butter, the great man cut his way through the mayor's defense
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system. Maybe it was his practice from last time, or maybe it was all
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the energy of working class kids that guided him so well. Anyhow, he
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did his deed. But now, a little diffrently.
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He found the mayor without the butler's help, The old butler had
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quit because he knew that the mayor would skrew up agian. The new
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butler was subdued hiding under a table with his head between his knees.
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The bloody rich bastard refused to leed Mr. HappyDuDah to the mayor.
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So he took it upon him self to find her.
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On his exploration, he found Billy. "Billy, do you know who I am?"
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he asked. "No, wait, are you the leggo man?" Billy questioned. "That
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would be me". "Well, I may be young, but I know my mom is doing what
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is wrong. Take me. I will help you."
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The terrorist stood in shock. Finally, he gasped and decided, "So
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be it, This may be a trap, so call me a fool." He took the kid and
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a few toys, some clothes and left.
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Three long days later, the mayor got her long awaited ransom note. The
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post mark was from California. The investigators found this to be a great
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clue. They figured that since they where in New Jersey, that they took an
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air plane to California. The police went to the only near airport and
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got a log of all the outgoing people with kids. Their where fifteen booked
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flights with kids. These where their only suspects.
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Little did they know, that he had a friend in California and he first
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day air mailed the letter two him and he took a train too a town on the
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other side of California and mailed it from there.
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A couple days later the mayor got a note from him. It said:
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"Dear Mayor BitchyBag,
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Your son is fine. You can have him back. I don't want
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money. You can save it to by your crack. I want you to
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stop passing bills against the innocent. Stop spending
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money to catch the innocent people, and spend it to
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feed the working class children. You had every thing
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given to you all your life. So has your son. Don't
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bring him up like you where brought up. It is time
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for you to tell the world the truth. You are stealing
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our money, passing unconstiutional bills, lieing to our
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people, and you must pay. Don't mess up again, for three
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strikes and you are out.
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-PT. "
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Her son arived in a cab a few days later....
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Well, To put a greets here would be totaly on original after the ultimate
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greets of Hoe-#16 (Mogel's). Geez the nerve of some people! I tell ya, Kids
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these days. Humph. :) What? What? Are you starting with me you wanker? Who
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me? I would never do that. I can't, your my concience. Huh? Are you steppin'?
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Want to step? Go ahead - I dare you to put you foot over that line.
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(2) <- Foot now.
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----- <- That line.
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(1) <- Foot then.
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Oh, just because your my mind doesn't mean I can't hurt you. Where'd I put
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that cocaine. What do you mean you won't let me remember. You'll be sorry.
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You'll see. I'll kill your other two brain cells yet!
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Muuuuhahahahahahahaha!
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. ... .. :@ @: .. ... .
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. ......: :...... .
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. . (tm) 10/27/94
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. . ... ... . . Abigwar's bat
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:... ... ...:
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Abigwar was here.
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Copyright (c) 1994 HoE Publications and Abigwar. #21 --> 11/06/94
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All rights lost playing stripe poker.
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