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                    Damned       Fucking        Shit 
                        Edited by Access Denied 
 
                              Issue #14 
                      Title: Death of a BBSer 
                      Date: 11/5/93 
                      By: Access Denied 
 
 
                      Death of a BBSer 
 
     The song from Mission: Impossible was playing in the 
background.  Suddenly with a huge scratch of a record it stopped.  
Somebody started playing Fairlight (FAIRLIGH.MOD) in the background 
and someone else's skin crawled.  A parrot's voice was heard, but 
no one paid attention.  The random clicking of keys could be heard 
in the background.  A dial tone, followed by some odd beeps and a 
ringing sound could also be heard.  This was no ordinary gathering.  
It was nothing anybody could describe.  It was, in all senses, 
DISGUSTING. 
     Suddenly, a voice cried out "HAHHAHA LAMER BOY!"  The entire 
crowd turned around and all the music and sound stopped.  Standing 
in the doorway was none other than.... Oh... never mind. 
 
     Well that was a boring story.... on to another.... 
 
     The day grew dark.... ahhh that sucked too.... lemme think... 
 
     Ok.... I got one. 
 
     A BBSer that many people hated sat in front of his computer.  
He called a BBS and read some messages.... suddenly he screamed out 
"LAMER BOY!  I HATE LAMER BOY!  It is my life's destiny to UTTERLY 
DESTROY LAMER BOY!!!!!!!"  Leaving a message lacking all forms of 
maturity, the BBSer logged off the BBS with a sly grin.  Little did 
he know what was in store for him. 
     After logging off the BBS, he typed "CD \PORNO\BONDAGE\MEN".  
"Oh... Steve!  I can't wait to take a look at your handsome body!" 
the BBSer cried!  But without a warning, his monitor exploded with 
a huge bang.  When the smoke cleared, nothing was left of the 
computer. 
     There was, however, a grim reminder of what had just happened.  
The BBSer's limp body was slumped over the table on which the 
computer had once stood.  The body was missing something however... 
     Instead of a head and shoulders, the top of the body was a 
mass of bloody, steaming, tissue, bones, and mucus.  The BBSer's 
arms were strewn on both sides of him, his left pointer finger 
still twitching from nervous reactions.  Blood spewed out of the 
massive wound onto what was left of the former computer's keyboard. 
     Blood and tan colored brains were splattered on the wall 
behind the BBSer.  A chunk of his skull could be seen on the floor, 
spinning in circles with a piece of brain still inside of it.  A 
half-crushed eye ball could be seen hanging from the bookcase on 
the wall, swinging back and forth.  After a few moments, it fell to 
the ground, the entrails that were holding it up having torn.  A 
part of the BBSer's tongue could be seen on the extra chair next to 
the maimed body.  Bone fragments were strewn everywhere, and a 
small nose was also on the ground.  It was a very interesting 
predicament. 
 
     Of course it must be realized that when a body loses major 
parts, such as the head, the smell tends to be fairly repulsive.  
The repulsive odors of this headless body drifted outside onto the 
street where people walking by were overcome.  Being a busy street, 
the sight of people walking into oncoming traffic is something to 
see.  One young woman walked straight out in front of an oncoming 
semi.  The driver had no time to even see her, much less attempt to 
stop.  Her limp body was torn in two by the force of the truck and 
was thrown a few feet into a brick wall. 
     She was still alive however, her face twitching in horror as 
she saw her legs and lower body lying next to her, her intestines 
strewn in front of her. 
     The truck driver was in much worse shape though.  Hearing the 
crunch of bones under his wheels, his slammed on his breaks.  They 
locked though and the truck went skidding into a group of fifteen 
school children. 
     The driver, not wearing his seat belt, flew through the 
windshield and into the wall of a building nearby.  His head was 
nowhere to be seen after this.  However, there was an odd bulge in 
his chest area.  Upon examination by the medical people, it was 
found his partially flattened head had been pushed into his lung 
cavity.  His spine tore down his right leg and out the back of his 
knee. 
     The semi plowed directly into the group of school children.  
Of the fifteen, only two survived.  One of these two was maimed for 
life, his right arm bent into an unsightly shape, only two of his 
fingers on his left hand were still in tact, and he was paralyzed 
from the next down... what was left of his lower body actually.  
His legs were so torn apart that they had to be amputated.  The 
other child was completely unharmed... physically.  Mentally he 
suffered from uncontrollable fits of violence, finally killing 
himself three years later. 
     After it was finally over, small hands and other small severed 
limbs could be seen strewn around the ground.  In all, 16 people 
died.  The street was stained such a bright red from all the blood 
that it had to be rebuilt. 
     The city this happened in never recovered from this and total 
anarchy broke out.  The US government decided the city was too bad 
to exist, and a 20 megaton nuclear bomb was tested on it. 
     Then the world blew up. 
 
     Hmm.. that was a k00l story! 
                 
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