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[ Death Is Rotten ] [ By Ralph 124C41+ ]
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Death is rotten.
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by
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Ralph 124C41+ of PowerDrive
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released thru
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underground eXperts united
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"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."
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/ Hamlet by William Shakespeare
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I have always feared death, but who don't feel a chill when the grim
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reaper swings his bloodstained tool in this cold world? I guess it's
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normal to fear death, it's something horrible that we can do very little
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about. And perhaps it would be wise not to try too hard...
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But let's start from the beginning. My name is of no importance, it
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wouldn't say anything to you anyway. As I've mentioned I've always feared
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death, but it have not been a normal fear but a cold, terrifying fear that
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have made me very careful. I tried in every way to stop that ticking that
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said that you never get any younger and that death approaches. I hate
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watches, calenders and anything that reminds me about time, time that
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slips trough my fingers like fine sand. Oh, what I've tried. To eat
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correctly, no alcohol, no tobacco, exercise. But I got older all the time
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anyway. I dyed my hair darker, used cosmetic surgery but I couldn't stop
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time. I tried weirder and weirder things. To sleep inside a pyramid, to
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drink water from the Himalayas, to eat lots of yoghurt and so on... God
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only know how much money and time I spent on all these crazy ideas but I
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was possessed with the thought of eternal life.
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Then one day I found someone who could give me what I wanted. She was a
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daughter of a voodoo priest in Brazil and she told me that her father had
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developed a way to have eternal life.
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-So, why isn't your father alive now then?, I asked.
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She explained that even if the ageing was halted you could still be killed
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if a stronger magician cut of your head and filled your throat with
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pebbles or coins. Well, I thought that was not a very big risk in my case.
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Who would chop of the head of a middle aged businessman?
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So I flew to Brazil and had to pay an enormous amount of money for all
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the exotic and valuable ingredients that was needed. It didn't matter, I
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had an eternity to gain back what I lost. She wasn't quite sure that it
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would work as her father naturally didn't made any notes but she thought
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she would be able to do it anyway. We just had to try some different
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things, that was why the price was so high. But that didn't matter to me
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at that moment. Money was no problem and I was willing to try anything.
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Then came the big night when everything was prepared for my
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transformation into an immortal man. I will not describe all of the long
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and complex rituals, the chanting, snakes, blood from chickens made me
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delirious. I lost track of time, everything became a blur. I guess I must
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have passed out or something because the next thing I remembered was that
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it was morning and I was laying on the ground. All the participants had
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already left except for the voodoo priest's daughter. She had been watching
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over me while I regained from the exhausting ritual. I sat up and watched
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the date on my Rolex. Heavens! I had been gone for two whole days! I
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quickly stood up and walked around a bit to get the stiffness out of my
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limbs. It was quite cold and damp in the morning so I froze a bit. I
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thanked her for her help and left to get a taxi to the airport.
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I took my private jet directly home. I gave the butler the rest of the
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day of, I wanted to feel immortality without anyone present. I still felt
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a bit frozen, perhaps I had catched a cold. It seemed a bit silly that a
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man who just had conquered death should have a cold... I decided to take
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a hot shower and then for a glass of whisky and my warm and comfy bed. I
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gratefully slipped in between the soft sheets of my bed, the whiskey had
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made me a bit drowsy and I soon drifted away into the land of the dreams.
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The next morning I found that I was lying awake, staring into the roof.
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Then I tried to move, but I couldn't! Oh, well. It must be my muscles
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being stiff after the ordeal, so I just stayed and waited for a while,
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thinking what to do today. Then my bedroom door opened and my butler
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showed a medic in. The medic walked up to me and I tried to turn my head
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at him and greet him but I still couldn't move. He then shone a light into
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my eyes, felt my pulse and listened to my chest. He then walked over to my
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butler and I could hear him say:
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-My professional opinion is that he has been dead for at least 24 hours.
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Dead! But I'm not dead! I tried to scream but I couldn't get a sound
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over my lips. then I realized it! Kankkune had not managed to perform the
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full ritual, she had just locked my soul to my body! I was dead, but still
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trapped in my body.
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So now I am here in a dark coffin well two meters below earth. I don't
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know for how long time I've been here. I can't see anything but the worms
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and maggots crawl trough my old body, having feast. I can't do anything
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about it, just lie here waiting while these few words float trough my
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rottening brain: "Why did I do it?"
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I'm *proud* to be non-american! But my girlfriend is american, she's from
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Chile!
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under some conditions. Se the uXu index for details.
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