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From: NeoJudas neojudas@******************.com
Subject: (OT so Bad it Hurts) Re: Source Vs. Rule
Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2000 22:11:21 -0500
From: "Nexx" <nexx@********.net>
Subject: Re: Source Vs. Rule (was... MM on SOTA somesuchcrap)


> JOY! Hey, everyone, we have K! It's like having your very own harpy... I
> mean, birdm... no, bomba... not it either... what is the creature I'm
> looking for?
>
> Nexx, who has to elbow K in the ribs at least _once_ in a while.

(*strange flash... as the SETCH.. that's Steve Erwin the Crocodile Hunter
for you non-yank yobo's... moves 'stealthily' through the underbrush and
back alleys of Indiana... full and glaring camera lights obviously beaming
down on his far more colorful, and smile-compliant, backside *)

"and here... we're seeking the elusive 'K'... no one really knows what or
who he is... but the rumors abound ... there, across this grassy-plain"
(camera cuts to a view of a large yard of *very* tall and *very*
out-of-control grass, with a building on the opposite side) "... we hope to
find clues as to his real existence... now just be quiet, because its said
he's a *real* man-eater (where *IS* Sin when I need his humor here) who'll
take you apart limb from limb..."

moments flash, as a cued commercial for a SETCH board game is seen with many
children obviously getting a thrill out of bashing the poster-board cut-outs
all to pieces

"... okay, here, there's signs of life.... there, down this hole... I'm
going in..." (*scene cuts as SETCH has a quick argument with his much more
intelligible female counter-part about putting his nose into someone's
basement*) "... okay, I'm in, and there does seem to be some activity
here... lots of parts laying about, looks like a hurricane hit this place...
(*scene cuts to a large unfinished room with open computer towers and
network cabling laying about all eschew amongst literally dozens of rpg
materials*) ...but there doesn't seem to be much else... so we're going up
here..." (*climbs stairs opposite the frame window SETCH climbed in
through*) "...and find out what we can...."

(*scene zooms to SETCH stopping in mid-stride as he opens the door from the
basement to the main house, where waiting at the top of the stairs is a
terribly ferocious beast... orange stripes, dikote' claws and twitching
tail... seems to be laying-in-wait for him... an almost obvious cat-like
sneer crosses the monsters face*)

Meanwhile, outside of the now-invaded domicile, the alternative cameraman
continues to film... the female counterpart turning suddenly. The house
lights up, menacingly as computerized security systems activate a perimeter
lighting system... screams of an 'almost' inhuman nature are heard... amidst
them additional noises indicating something most definitely unhuman at
work...

"oh gods... Steve!!! Get out of there..."

Camera pans as SETCH's mutilated form, shredded head to toes is cast out of
the house... which by now is glowing a significantly paranormal red from
twin windows on a second floor.... is cast from the basement door where only
mere moments prior he had entered unharmed. Woman runs to his rescue, and
looks up in horror at the orange and white striped monster that has chased
the once mighty croc-hunter from this place... licking its lips... tail
twitching manically, oblivious disinterest showing plainly upon its face
now...

"Oh gods... Steve... your arms, your face, your ass... your cut up bad... we
need to get you help.."

"Oh don't worry dearie..., I'll make it.. it was only a few scratches...
fleshwounds at most... just get the antibiotic ointments..."

"Steve.. we can't get the ointments..."

"Why not"?

"They were shipped second carrier again... I'm afraid..."

"Oh no, don't say it..."

"Yes Steve... you'll have to die now..."

Scene cuts to the female character who smiles strangely, reaching up to her
neck with her right hand... gripping firmly a fold of skin, she rips off the
morphing mask to reveal...

K!!!!!

Video dies... more screams are heard amidst terrible laughter...

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