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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #468 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Cereal Killas" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> M4D 3LF !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 1/27/99 !!
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!!========================================================================!!
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It all started out pretty normally. I was chatting in #cereal on
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efnet, bitchin like normal, when I started talking with Lucky. We hit
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it off that night, it seemed that Lucky was a lost brother. Lucky even
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lived in the same area. We hooked up and became fast friends, sitting
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around, trading stories about how those kids fuck with us all the time.
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I'm a fiend, I bought some shit off these kids once and after the
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first taste I was hooked. I went back to get more but I couldn't find
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the kids. I tried asking around, but no one would talk to me, I'm an
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outsider. They all had the shit, they knew I needed it. Everyday I saw
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those fucking kids in their houses, sitting on their steps consuming my
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life in their bowls.
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Lucky made his own shit, but it had caught the eyes of those kids.
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Anytime they saw him they chased him down and jacked him for his shit.
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No one would help him, though, he's an outsider. He couldn't even walk
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down the street in the day without getting jacked.
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We came up with the plan last weekend. We were at my pad,
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drownding a sorrows and passing around a joint. The munchies were
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setting in and Lucky asked me if I wanted to try some of his shit. I
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readily agreed, hoping that I could scratch my itch with his shit, then
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I wouldn't ever have to deal with those kids again.
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"This is good," I said, "but it's not doin anything for me."
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"Aye, I'm afraid to make me lov'lies, 'cuz those fuckin' laddies
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is always stealin 'em!"
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"Why don't you fight back?" I asked. "They're just kids."
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"Aye, they be kids, but a lot of kids. I be just a wee man."
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"We should fight! You could keep your shit and I could get my
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fix."
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"But there be a lot of those young laddies, 'n only two of us."
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"I think I have an idea..."
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The next day we headed downtown to the pawn shops. One looked
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promisingly seedy in a dirty part of town. Lucky's eyes lit up as the
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rows of shotguns and semiautomatic pistols came into view.
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"Laddie, I think I'm seein' your plan here!"
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A fat, greasy man looked up from his copy of Hustler and sized us
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up as we struted up to the counter. Leaning toward the man, I slipped a
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c-note into his pocket.
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"I'd like to see the good stuff."
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The man smiled and pressed a button under the counter. The rows
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of shotguns parted revieling a small room filled with high powered, fully
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automatic machine guns.
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"What's your poison?" croacked the slimey man.
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"We need something that packs a punch," I said.
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"Yeah, I have just the thing," he said with a toothless grin.
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We left the pawn shop much poorer yet happier. I was armed with
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a HK-91 and a 9mm Glock as backup. Lucky chose the Tec-9 and, his
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smiley, a rocket propelled granade launcher.
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We stopped just outside of the suburbs to lead our clips, looking
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toward the rows of pink houses.
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"Ready Lucky?"
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"Aye, ready laddie."
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"Let's do it!"
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We crept up to where the kids were sitting, but Lucky wanted to
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chill behind a bush so they didn't see him yet. I left my HK with him
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and walked up to the kids.
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"What's up guys," I asked.
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"What the hell do you want?" one piped up.
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"Nothin', just wondering if I can get some that shit."
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"We tol' you befoe, man," said another, standing up.
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A few more stood up, "Get lost, fuckin' rabbit, this shit's just
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fo' kids!"
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"Not today mutha fucka," I said, pulling out my Glock, "these
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caps are fo' yo head!" and they were.
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Lucky tossed me the HK and we ripped shells into the kids on the
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steps. More kids, on their way to "school", were mowed down in a hail
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of bullets and soon the remaining kids were trapped in the big brick
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building. Lucky pulled the RPG of his back and aimed it at the school.
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The fire of hell gleamed in his eyes as he pulled the trigger.
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"Me frosted Lucky Charms, they'll blow yo ass to pieces!!"
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BOOM!
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"Heh, silly kids," I chuckled, "Trix are for me, bitch!"
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #468, WRITTEN BY: M4D 3LF - 1/27/99 !!
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