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                         Presents 
                                           
                "Why Murder Really IS Fun..." 
               3             by              3 
                          Chessman 
                                           
 
Wacky Fun For the Whole Family! 
 
        Well, this is my first BLaH file and I figured what better way to  
start than give out a little of my own information.  I'm not a hacker,  
phreaker, carder, or anarchist (in the real sense of the word).  I don't  
know Pascal and Assembler, I have limited knowledge of virii, and I can't  
tell you the first thing about cracking.  Now, I know you're thinking  
what a lamer... let's delete this file, and go get some 2 hour WaReZ so  
everyone will think we're so k-rad and give us lots and lots of file  
points so we can download some more k-rad WaReZ every 15 minutes.  Or  
maybe you're thinking well, if he isn't a ZanY anarchist, and  
unfortunately almost everyone reading this is not, what does he bring to  
the modemming world?  Well, as far as I know, I bring the most complete  
knowledge of mass murder that I've seen and a plain WaCkY sense of humor...   
Yes, that's right kiddies you don't have to be a groovy anarchist or  
k-rad cracker to write something.  All you need to do is know something  
and know it well.  Shocking, isn't it? 
 
Let the fun begin: 
 
        What is attractive about murder?  Well, what isn't?  You've got the  
beauty of the twisted mind coupled with sheer terror and the erotic beauty  
of blood and violence.  At this point you haven't even taken into account  
the fiendish motive of the killer or the question of, "who done it."  For  
example take the fantastic case of William Herbert Wallace...  To sum up: 
 
                           "Willie had a mistress 
                              Willie had a wife 
                        He only wanted one of them so, 
                             Willie took a life." 
                      -"Murder Can Be Fun" Issue 12 
 
Willie's wife ended up dead, her head beaten in with a poker from the  
fireplace, but Willie had a decently established, but poorly executed alibi.   
The real beauty is that all the evidence the prosecution used against him,  
the defense used.  There was no way around it...  everything that could  
possibly be held against him, could also be used to set him free.  What  
isn't great about that?  The deed is done and there is no way to bring  
Willie's deserving of pain wife back so why not relish in the splendor of the  
crime itself?  Imagine finding the wife of a mild-mannered, chess playing  
insurance agent naked in her living room with her head beaten in and her  
husband's burned mackintosh stuffed under her body...  Imagine the devilish  
rumors that must have travelled through the town.  After all, what brings  
people together better than a good murder?  Was Willie innocent or guilty?   
I leave it up to those that truly seek that knowledge. 
 
        So that is what I bring to BLaH...  A fresh new face in a world of  
lamers and dreamers.  Hopefully I be able to release a little fiction  
occasionally, so I'll start with a little taste of my world of violence: 
 
The Butcher celebrated within the saturnalia of blood.  He danced upon the  
brains of the long dead children, and wrigled in the insides of the older  
ones who had not been so lucky.  They hung upside down, completely gutted,  
hanging onto their last breath, and weeping at the sight of the dead.  He  
had no remorse though.  Long ago that had been erased from his mind by the  
evil women in his life.  How glad he was that he had killed his grandmother  
and slaughtered sisters.  They only held him back from his true goal of  
ultimate destruction and utter chaos in a world that he would reign over... 
 
        Don't get the wrong impression, I have no desire to kill anyone.  I  
write as a release and am working towards my goal of mastery of the criminal  
mind.  Sometimes, the pressure gets to me and I feel the animal inside me  
clawing its way out, but I fight it, and I believe I'm able to control  
it (for now).  But when that animal has to shit, imagine what it's like  
cleaning it up.  I also get a little nervous when it gets gas... 
 
Long Live Caryl Chessman 
 
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BLaH is.. 
Chessman <Writer and Murder Enthusiast> 
Guido Sanchez <Programmer, Writer, and just plain WaCkY guy> 
 
"Whenever I hear the name Guido Sanchez, 
I have to laugh, 
because who is that guy?" 
                  -Chessman 
 
"If it says  BLaH, it probably isn't...." 
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