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Underground eXperts United
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[ Final Mistake ] [ By The GNN ]
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"FINAL MISTAKE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Make one mistake, and you are history.
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It must have been the work of a devilish race, people said. Who else
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would come up with the idea of sending a capsule across the universe just
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for the sake of killing our beloved prophet?
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All radars, scanners and monitors missed it as it came floating against
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our planet. It was simply too small to be detected. No one knew it
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existed until it emerged on the blue sky. A bird! someone said and looked
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up. No, it is a plane! someone else said. Man, this surely is some
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unidentified flying object! everybody agreed before the capsule crashed in
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front of them. Unfortunately, the disaster area where we now only could
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find a deep crater had been the place of a small stage. On that stage, a
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beloved prophet had talked to the cheering masses. That prophet was now
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stone cold, all thanks to that monster capsule from the other part of the
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universe.
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No wonder people were upset and demanded instant retaliation. The
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prophet had taught us peaceful behaviour, but now he was gone and we could
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make plans that would scare the soul out of any pacifist. Deep feelings,
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from the very inside of our civilized minds, emerged and turned us into a
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raging lynch mob. Technicians dropped their work and began to construct
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amazingly hellish death-machines that we would happily send to the race who
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dared to kill our beloved leader. It became a mission for an entire
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nation. No one was unaffected of what had happened, and everybody wanted
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to share the work. Everybody wanted to see blood. Red blood, green blood,
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blue blood - it did not matter, as long it was the color belonging to the
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real owners of the capsule.
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We worked like madmen. When we finally rolled the first rocket to the
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desert, ready to fire, another problem was revealed. The problem was
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rather obvious, but no one had thought about it. We did not know to whom
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we should mail our explosive message. After a while, we managed to solve
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that problem. We opened the capsule (by some reason we had not yet done
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that obvious move). Inside the capsule we found a golden thirty-three RPM
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record and a short message that, after a while of decrypting, told us that
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planet Earth looked forward to hear from us.
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Sure. They just had to wait.
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///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Save the sorrows for a rainy day.
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I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you: THE STASH +46-13-ETC
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How can I persuade?
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uXu #223 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #223
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Call PHALLICIDE -> +1-408-899-0235
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