In Response To: MGS2 will kick arse; I'll get 'em both (NT) (Informer)
I don't know what you wrote, it's too long for me to read. Didn't you put (NT) after your subject?
dg.rules.it
> Dawn rose from her crystalline slumber and stepped lightly onto
> the pillowy carpet. Yesterday was over. She shed a tear at the
> passing of the day; its like never to return. The suns were
> beginning to rise above the crater. The green light was
> theraputic. The massive amount of cough syrup must have killed
> the redneck she had handcuffed to her sink. She told him he
> shouldn't have taken so much, and that she and her companions
> would return him to rural Arkansas after the anal probe. The
> pressure must just have been too much for him, alas. Dawn
> inspected the body, the light of the two suns causing it to cast
> a bizarre double shadow. Funny, in this alien light, he almost
> looked like Glenn Danzig. It was awful. Dawn hated Glenn Danzig
> with a passion that approached fanaticism. She considered this
> for a moment and hatched a plan. She and her associates would
> abduct the horrible singer and make him suffer for his crimes
> against humanity. She was going to cut his hair first. He looked
> like some kind of butt-ugly woman. And she was sick of his
> parading around. She would dress him in Land's End garb after
> cutting that hideous hair. Yeah... then they were going to begin
> the anal probe, no alien abduction was complete without one.
> When they were done, he'd never have the urge to 'sing' again.
> She turned to him, a devilish grin on her face. Danzig soiled
> his snakeskin pants, for he was sore afraid. "Ah, it
> doesn't matter, my overbuffed talentless hack", she
> clucked, "It's an understandable reaction, and not the last
> one you'll experience before we're through." Her associates
> lifted the foul smelling singer and attached him to their
> machine for analysis right before Johnny Echohawk showed up with
> his bag of tricks. Them analysis gals never saw ol' Johnny on
> th' horizon. Yep- it was time for a-kaboomin'. Well, it would
> have been time for a-kaboomin', except Johnny saw who the
> subject of the experiments would be. He dropped his bag and
> asked if there was anything he could do to help Dawn and her
> associates. He reached into his pocket for a stick of
> Doublemint. He was gonna enjoy this dose. The gum was laced with
> LSD, and helped him concentrate. They might admire his
> "skills," but only he knew it was a matter of demons
> from the eighth dimension whispering to him the uncanny secrets
> of humanoid nature. Yes, they would be impressed.
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