| From: | shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk (Paul J. Adam) |
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| Subject: | Situations Vacant |
| Date: | Sat, 30 Mar 1996 16:02:30 GMT |
would kind of like to hire some solutions. My problem, see, is some out-of-
towner calling himself 'Hand of Glory', got a big case of religion and a
*rrrreal* attitude about metahumans, and a major hardon about messing me
and mine up. With me so far?
Now, me, I'm a norm, a breeder, whatever you wanna call me, but the place
I run is a real nice little "member's only" club: good drinks, good music,
beautiful dancers (*real* friendly girls - and a couple of boys- too, if you
catch my meaning, and I'm sure educated and worldy gents and ladies like you
all do), and a lot of people come there because they like it. Now, I guess
this "Hand of Glory" has some kind of record with the place, because
he sends me this: I trimmed it down, believe it or not, on account of he
cross-refrenced every damn word to the Bible. Damn message ran about thirty
megapulses when it landed in my box.
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The Hand of Glory has been appointed a servant of the LORD, and shall go
forth into the darkness, and there shall he find the harlots and the drunkards
and those who love wealth more than the LORD. There shall the Hand of Glory
do the LORD's work, and there shall be a rushing wind and tongues of fire,
and the unrighteous shall perish, for you shall know the LORD and fear him.
The drunkards and the sellers of polluting liquors shall feel the wrath of
the LORD at their evil. Those monstrous harlots who lie in sin shall die in
that fire, and those monsters who take to their beds women who were once pure.
Worse shall be the fate of those scarlet women who knowingly lie down with
monsters and in return take their filthy silver, the silver of the Iscariot,
and the worst fate of all shall be saved for those men who exchange silver,
the wealth that should feed and clothe their families, for the disgustingc
carnal lusts of the monstrous whores who abide in the dwelling of Walsh:
they shall suffer a hundred deaths apiece, and then the LORD shall cast
them into the fires of brimstone, where they shall weep and gnash their
teeth for all eternity.
The LORD has shown me others: he has led my feet to his elect, and set me
among them, for we stand at his right hand and we do His work in this city,
Babylon, the city of the polluted and the impure and the evil: this filthy
city of monsters and sinners, which we shall make into the new Jerusalem, a
temple of purity, a city of light and beauty, praising the LORD forever. But
you, Walsh, shall feel the fury of the LORD from the Hand of Glory alone, for
you are not worthy to gaze upon the elect, the chosen of the LORD.
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'S'if you couldn't guess, my name's Walsh, and I guess he don't like me
much, right? So, you people out there might be interested in providing me
with a little extra security, for when this bozo turns up. I take my
clients' safety kind of serious, y'see, and I'd be interested in hiring a
few good ole boys (and girls) to jest sort of look after the place for me
and, ah, re-educate Mr Glory if he shows up. If he don't, you get paid
anyhows. Normally I'd just trust my own people, but there seems to be kind
of a rash of these guys turning up right now.]<<<<<
-- Muskogie Okie <16:14:41/03-30-57>
