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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #447 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "A Log of Boredom" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Avenger !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 1/18/99 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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you are sitting in a room. there is a desk in the room, and a
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door to the left. The paint is chipping, from where you nibbled it.
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to the south is a door. you remember how pathetic your life is.
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> south
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you walk to the door. my. a door.
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> sigh
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you sigh. no one cares.
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> look
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you see a door. the door is a strange beige color.
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> open door
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you open the door. you see a hall to the south, a stairwell to
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the west.
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> west
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you are in a stairwell. the stairwell smells of human waste and
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new cars. human waste and new cars block the stairs up. the stairs
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down lead, well, down.
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> down
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you trip down the stairs, eventually falling near the corpse of a
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businessman. his cold hand still clutches a briefcase, and a picture of
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his family is sitting there. A wife, 3 kids. You cry for his pathetic
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ass.
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> get briefcase
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you grab the briefcase. curious as you are, you open it. inside
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you find some technical papers, a remote control for something, and a
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laptop.
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> use laptop
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The laptop bootts up, and you decide to play StarCraft. oh boy.
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> zerg
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you go zerg. dragoons flood into your peon line. you lose.
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> smash laptop
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you smash the laptop, sending silicon flying in all directions.
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> look
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you see a corpse, rotting; shards of silicon; a picture of some
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lame people; and a door to the east.
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> get shards of silicon
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you pick up the shards of silicon.
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> inventory
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shards of silicon
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technical papers
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remote control
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> east
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you amble outside. people walk the street. it is snowing
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outside, and your bare feet are cold. to the west, a door. to the east,
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a street. to the south, a strange political convention. to the north,
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a group of hippies.
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> piss
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you piss onto the snow, attempting to write your name. you fail.
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> north
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the hippies mutter something about TV. you ignore them.
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> read technical papers
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you read the technical papers out loud. one hippie says "down
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with the system! yeah!" you ignore him.
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> south;south
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you are at a political convention. a man begs for your vote.
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> piss
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you piss onto the man. he is unhappy.
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> piss
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you cannot piss.
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> help
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you have no piss left.
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> look
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you are at a political convention. politicians mill around. one
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smells of piss. to the south, a busy street. to the north, a section
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of sidewalk. to the east, a wall. to the west, another wall.
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> south
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you amble into the street. an oldsmobile flattens you. you die
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in the street. game over.
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play again?
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> nope
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #447, WRITTEN BY AVENGER - 1/18/99 !!
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