_____/\ _____/\ _____/\ \ ___/ \ ___ \ \ ___/ \/ \ /\/ _/ /\/ | \ / / / |\ \ / /__| \ \ \ \__|/\ \\____ / \_/ Y \_/ Y \_/ Y ! Y ! Y ! : ! : ! : . : O : . . . . o O o o Tha Ruthless 0rganization ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß In The Mindz of The Truely Sick ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß DEC 10, `95 Ok This is our Third Issue of the TR0 Zines. First of all I like to list all our current Memberz of TR0. Yes the proud and insane criminals that put this sick shit together. xoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxox Membership List: (In Order of time joined) Gangsta - SysOp of Violent In Public. Poet and Thief at heart. Dr. Boffo - Boffo T. Clown is our Porno Clown/Serial Killer Homie. Cochese - SysOp of NegativLand.. The place were Negativity Rules. AstroCreep - Galactic Fugitive that hangs with The Ruthless Killerz. Quinn The Eskimo - Look for him in future Issues.... Dark Soldier - TR0's ANSi/Ascii Artist. Spare Time - Future Web Site Master. xoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxoxooxox Now lets getback to this Issue here. Today we will examine just what it is that goes on inside the minds of the truely sick. Yeah, you know like the Memberz of TR0. Yes! how do Serial Killerz Think? What makes them tick? To Find this out and more just read on and see. NOTE: Serial Killers, Rapists, Porno Clownz might just want skip these basic lessons here. Not much new.. (At Least n0thing you haven't done) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tha SHiT: I. The Mind of a Killer II. Oh Me, Oh My. III. RAPE IV. The Night of Mass Murder V. The Porno Clown Tale ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [ED: From the SiCK Message bases of Violent in Public] For the first example we will examine the mind of a killer. Explore what he feels and thinks. item: 9 subj: The Mind of a Killer by:GANGSTA from: Gangsta (John Seehagen) orgz: Ruthless Organization on : Fri 9-Sep-1994 6:41p "The Mind Of A Killer" by John Seehagen It was a dark and gory night. As the wind blew across my face thoughts of murder went through my mind. My eyes gazed across the street in front of me. With a wicked grin I was looking for my next victim. I heard my heart beating heavily as a grey colored car passed by. It was a cold night but somehow I was still sweating. From the corner of my ear I heard a faint voice from the side of me. I slowly turned to see what it was. There by a rundown bus stop stood an older man. He had on a white shirt and was leaning against the shelter of the old bus stop. I took a deep breath and saw smoke rise from my mouth. It must have, came from the feeling that all of the sudden had warmed up my body. I looked at him in pain as I cut my finger on the knife which I had forgot about. now I knew there was no turning back for me. I tried to fight the Idea but the hatred already had came over me. I stood up and slowly came out of my hiding place. Then without warning I walked up to the bus stop like nothing was wrong. Then the old fool spoke. "Cold weather we having, can't wait for spring." Still sweating I just looked at him for a second. His eyes tore deep into my soul. I heard voices coming from beneath me. For a moment I almost changed my mind, but I felt the heat returning. I Smiled. "What is Temperature, but a state of mind?" He looked at me confussed for a second and then replied in total agreement with what I just said. He spoke to me for awhile but I am not sure of just what he said. All I felt was the heat inside my soul building up. After awhile he noticed that I was not listening to him. Then I noticed the expression on his face changed as a drop of steaming blood hit the ground. At first it looked that he was concerned for me. But that all changed once I pulled out my shining knife. Without giving him time to speak I jumped out at him and made a dash for his throat. At a moment noticed I felt his hot blood scorch my hands. The sensation, of warm blood upon my hands helped cool down the rest of my body. I stood there in the cool night looking at the stars above. At last I was at peace with myself. No longer was the pain going through my body. If life is all about the pursuit of happiness then I have fulfilled my purpose. At nights when I look at my walls, I thing about how most people are prisoners of society. I am actually free you see. Most men However, just follow the conceptions of other men. G A N G S T A There have been 5 responses. More responses. Respond, Pass, or ENTER to continue> q Stopping. ... Here we have TR0's AstroCreep tale of his part time job as "executor". In order to have a perfect society we must get rid of the SubClass. Ahhh, don't give me that look. Its for the good of society afterall.. ... item: 3 subj: Oh me. Oh my. from: Astrocreep on : Wed 6-Sep-1995 10:07p Oh me, oh my, why do the young ones have to die? Thats the question I ask myself, every time I perform the task. Since these days only 1 out of 4 children are allowed to live beyond the age of 10, there must be an executor. And since the high and mighty saw fit for me to fill that role then, i must. Ya see only the 1 child with the most potential lives. Today ive got ten to dispose of. Not all of them know whats going on, but it is a shock when they find out. I take pride in my work now. Now that im used to haveing the blood of the young on my hands. Today i bring in my first victum, a slender and sweet young girl. Very pretty, but not intellegent enough to further the human race. As I reach for my toys, she is pleeding with me, stop, she says in her beutifull little girl voice. Her big blue eyes fill with tears as i bring the baseball bat down upon her tiny skull. Hard enough to inflict pain, not enough to knock her unconscious and end her pain. I love these little games. Blood now streams down from her big blue eyes, she is too shocked to speak. She is curled up in a little ball, scared. Of course she was torn away from her parents only minutes ago. She doesnt understand why she must die. Next i bring out my favorite tool. I pin her small arms between my legs, and proceed to skin them with my knife. Her wails of pain almost bring tears to my eyes. Of course I choose my own execution methods. I feel sorry for this young one, so i decide not to have my way with her. I pick her up by her long beautiful blonde baby hair. She is calling for her mother, Mom, mom, in her tiny little baby voice. I proceed to bash her skull against the wall. Harder each time. Her cries for her mother grow softer as blood pours from every orifice of her face. It is over, she no longer breaths. I bend over to her limp body, i brush her hair from her forehead. I lay a gentle kiss, I love you, thank you. There have been 2 responses. More responses. Respond, Pass, or ENTER to continue> ... This Next one is actually from someone who I hate. Someone who backstabed me and Boffo not too long ago. Anyway this is an example of what goes through the mind of a pedophile rapist. This Dude is just what you expect from this kind of rapist. A short fat boy with glasses on. He even has fake teeth. Yes, This guy will most likely be your next serial rapist since he doesn't have the balls to kill himself like he says he will. Oh well, here is whats in the mind of the Nipto fag. ... item: 12 subj: RAPE from: Nipto on : Thu 31-Aug-1995 10:18a WHO OUT THERE LIKES RAPE? I LOVE TO RAPE LITTLE GIRLS.....HEHEHE. TO HAVE THEIR LITTLE BODIES TWISTING AND FIGHTING AGAINST YOURS. THEIR HANDS BEATING ON YOUR FACE AND CHEST. AFTER AWHILE THEY STOP AND THEN THE RAPE LOSES ALL OF IT'S FUN. BUT I FOUND OUT THAT IF YOU SET THEIR HEAD ON FIRE IT BECOMES REALLY FUN TO THRUST IN AND OUT OF THEM. YOU CAN HEAR THEM SCREAM FROM THE PAIN OF YOU THRUSTING IN AND OUT WITH ALL OF YOUR FORCE AND THEM SCREAMING BECAUSE OF THE FIRE THAT YOU STARTED ON THEIR HEAD. IF YOU TURN THEM WHERE THEIR FACE IS LOOKING UP AT YOU THEN YOU CAN SEE THEIR EYEBALLS BURST AND RUN DOWN THEIR FACE FROM THE HEAT OF THE FIRE. BUT DON'T LET THE FIRE BURN FOR MORE THAN 3 MINUTES BECAUSE THEN IT WILL KILL THEM AND THAT WOULDN'T BE FUN. SO YOU PUT THE FIRE OUT AFTER ABOUT 2-3 MINUTES AND THEY WILL KEEP LIVING. YOU CAN KISS THEIR BURNT LIPS AND TASTE THE DIFFERENT FLUIDS THAT HAVE BURNT UP IN THE FLAMES AND THEAT LOVELY TASTE OF PAIN AND FEAR. IF YOU CUT THEIR STOMACHS OPEN YOU CAN TAKE ALL OF THEIR INSIDES OUT WHILE THEY ARE STILL ALIVE. YOU CAN TASTE THEIR INTRILLS AND THEY HAVE THIS PASTE LIKE TASTE TO THEM. BUT IF YOU EAT THEM THEN THEY ARE REAL SWEET WHEN YOU BITE THROUGH THE LAYER OF SKIN THAT KEEPS THE FLUIDS WHERE THEY ARE SOPPOSED TO BE. THERE IS ALOT OF STUFF YOU CAN DO TO LITTLE GIRLS BUT WHEN YOU RAPE THEIR OLDER SISTER OR MOTHER.......NOW THAT'S REALLY FUN BECAUSE THE START SCREAMING AT YOU AND BASHING YOUR HEAD AND CHEST WITH THEIR HANDS AND WHATEVER THEY CAN GET A HOLD OF. THEY HAVE MORE STRENGTH THAN THE LITTLE GIRLS SO IT GIVES YOU MORE OF A CHALLENGE TO RAPE THEM. YOU CAN DO ALOT WITH THEM ALSO. WELL I HAVE TO GO RITE NOW BUT I WILL BE BACK AFTER AWHILE. There have been 87 responses. More responses. Respond, Pass, or ENTER to continue> q Stopping. ¤þ®µ¤½®ð©þµþ¤µ NO CARRIER °±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°±°± Nowz for a nice little Christmas Treat for the children. (Anything for the Children eh eh eh) <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- <<<- (BY: Santa's Little Elf AstroCreep) The Night of Mass Murder Twas the night of mass murder and all through the town, not a murderer was sleeping not even the clown. The axes were nestled, all snug in their hands. While visions of blood danced around in their heads. Body parts by their beds, were hungup with care, in hopes that new victims were soon to be theirs'. Then out in the street arose such a clatter. A killer was killing and i watched her splatter. Then what did appear, but 3 cop cars, and 6 cops in fear. They fought and they shot but when it was over, the murder smiled, at their blood he stood over. I sprang down stairs, to bolt my door. But it was to late, cause there was murderers more. His hands were bloody, his knife was too. And he issued one word, YOU. And after he killed me he fleed with great speed. Calling out, "The hell with you all, I must feed." ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> ->>> Ok, Ok, Ok.... Here is a Porno Clown Tale for all you freaks out there. *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( The Porno Clown Tale - Gangsta There by the old tent, I stood all alone smoking my cigarette. As I smoked, I Started wondering why I was here. After all I wasn't a real big fan of the Circus. From here I could smell the stench of the animals all around me. I don't know what was worst that or the little brats running around the place screaming their asses off. "Shit, This is all I need. Another damn weekend wasted." I thought Then from afar I saw a strange sight. It was a dark cold figure that blended in with the shadows of the tents. There it lurked without a move. It was as if it was waiting. But for what? The figure started sending cold chills through my spine. There was just something funny about. Something evil. "You Idiot, what is wrong with you? you superstitious bastard." I said softly. With this said I decided to get a better look at the sight. I had prove to myself that I wasn't scared. Slowly, I walk as a voice from the back of my head tried to stop me. But no! I wouldn't let my Superstition control my actions. Seeing that it was only a clown I started laughing outloud. Imagine that, getting scared of a silly little clown. Shit, if this ever gets out I be the laughing stock of the neighborhood. "Fuck it, I never be scared of anything again.", I thought laughing The figure must have noticed me laughing at it because it abrubtly came out of its hidding place. Right in my face, was the sad and angry face of the clown I had just ridiculed. His eyes were right open and I noticed the color of his clown lips were dark bloody red. The clown smirked at me and said, "Don't you have anything better to do then fuck with the Clowns here? You people seem to think that we are here to make you laugh." He Bursted out Laughing and continued, "Fools, you are all Idiots." "Hey, Sorry Clown... Its not what you think I was just lau..." "You think that the clown is your friend" He Interupted me, "Well you have another thing coming to you". With that he picked up a rusty crowbar and tried to smash it into my head. Lucky for me I ducked. I started to run, as the insane figure started to get pissed that I didn't let him hit me. "Heh, Heh, People are the real entertainment". He laughed as he started his pursuit. "Why didn't I think of this before? There are tents all over. I just slip in and out of a few and lose the damn bastard." I Thought to myself. After going in and out of a few tents I had to rest my heart. My head was pumping as the hot sweet flew off my hair. I rested, leaning next to a barrel. While Resting the idea of hidding inside one of the barrels came to my mind. I just wanted to hide from the evil clown. So, I started opening one of the barrels next to me. Once open, my eye started to water from the smell of rotting flesh. I threw up as I saw the rotting face of a young girl inside. "Shit, what tha fuck have I gotten myself into now!", I painfully thought as steaming tears slid down my face. Then I heard it from behind me. The smell of the rotting flesh made the mad clown lick his lips. "Eat it." he said. "Eat it and no harm will come to you." he went on. Half Crying I said, "No I Can't ... No" And with that I felt a huge blow on my head. "I said fucking eat it!" he yelled as his foot held down my head. He grabed me by the hair and pulled me up to the barrle. There he stood laughing as he forced me to devoure the rotting flesh. "You see my friend its not about how much I make you laugh but how much you make me laugh." He spoke softly as a rotting breast was forced into my mouth. I couldn't take any more... I started to squirm and with a final blow I was out. I woke up the next morning with a copy of PlayClown Vol 5 on my bed. *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *:o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( *):o( Kill the Republicans.... Kill the Republicans.... Oh wait wrong issue..... Damn... Fuck... Shit I guess we just about ran out of things to say here. So till next time and take it from me never fuck with a Porno Clown. Or else your head might be floating up the river some day. ISSUE 003 þþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþ þ The Ruthless 0rganization 1995. þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ þ Violent in Public (2i4) 494-1024 þ NegativLand (2i4) 867-1914 þ þ OncelerZ Palace (2i4) 618-7353 þ Web Page Coming Soon!... *):o( þ þþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþþ * | P.S. We might not be the best but we sure the hell the Sickest... P.P.S. Fuck that we are the best too... P.P.P.S. Shit How Do You Quit This Shit. P.P.P.P.S. 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