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- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions PRESENTS . . .
-
-
- * * DEAD IV * *
-
-
- --- OR ---
-
-
- REVENGE OF THE
-
- SIBERIAN DWARF TEENAGE MUTANT
-
- NINJA SAMURAI BBS GIRLS FROM HELL
-
- WITH HORMONES THAT GO BUMP
-
- (OR BANG, IF YOU PREFER)
-
- IN THE NIGHT
-
-
- - OR -
-
-
- DAWN OF THE
-
- TURGID MEMBERS
-
-
- ** A ROMANCE **
-
-
- INTRODUCTION:
- -------------
-
- We've all seen it happen. It works something like this:
-
- o A female logs on to a BBS
- o She posts a couple of messages
- o Some male users determine the gender of the poster
- o They all fall in love with her
-
- I've seen far too many of these "fly by night" BBS romances in my
- time to go on without making horrible fun of them. In fact, I must
- admit, that I HAVE fallen in love with more than one girl just because
- she knew how to use a keyboard. Well, I have a life now and those
- days are over. Hopefully this file will be an eye-opener to some
- people.
-
- In most of the cases I've seen, it's the ladies that are the
- cause of this mess. They're flirtatious, fickle, and generally don't
- give two hoots about the guys whose minds they're messing with. In
- short: cock teasers.
-
- This is not to say that the guys aren't at fault: they are. As
- my boss once commented to me "Son, there is no force in the WORLD more
- powerful than a hard dick." I've since found that this is far too
- true. Some guys see new female users and their dicks get hard. I'm
- convinced that this is a function of evolution. In fact, it is my
- hypothesis that for every five CPU's, there is one hard dick. Of
- course, I haven't actually RESEARCHED that, but it certainly SEEMS to
- be true.
-
- Let me state outright that the above two paragraphs do NOT
- pertain to ALL users. Mostly, they pertain to adolescent users.
- Adolescent males, as most of us know, have the largest population of
- hard dicks in the world. Adolescent females, as most of us know, have
- some of the most finely honed cock-teasing skills that exist (and most
- of THEM don't even KNOW they possess these skils).
-
- Let me tell you how I think these heartbreaking BBS romances come
- about, and some of the circumstances under which they happen.
-
- It's no secret that a LARGE portion of BBS users are male. In
- fact, there are WHOLE LOT more males using BBSes than women. Why this
- is, I don't dare speculate, lest some femi-nazi group should find it
- offensive. In any event, the large population of males sees this
- small population of women and they go crazy. Its like a "see who's
- more macho" type of thing. If Gelbarion were here, I'm sure he'd be
- nodding his Arnold-like head in agreement.
-
- Also, males will say things over a computer to a woman that they
- would never DARE say to her face. We all remember puberty, and the
- crushes we had then. We also remember that we lived in ETERNAL FEAR
- that ANYONE might find out about who the object of our affections
- were.
-
- In the world of peer-to-peer chats, this fear doesn't exist.
- Why? Several reasons:
-
- o You're not face-to-face.
-
- o If you choose, you can be ABSOLUTELY certain no one else is
- around.
-
- o If someone DOES find out, and the embarassment is too much for
- you to take, you can always change your username, or stop
- calling the BBS.
-
- Here in Gainesville (the home of Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions)
- there's been a whole lot of these BBS romances going on lately. I'm
- telling you, some of the things I've seen recently would make the most
- popular soap opera in the world.
-
- Mind you, I'm not trying to put a damper on love. I think love
- is great. Love is wonderful. But most of these BBS romances have
- nothing to do with love. Mostly, I've found, that the mere *IDEA*
- that you can find someone to be *attractive* without EVER SEEING THEM
- is so NOVEL to some people, that they can do NOTHING but ASSUME it's
- love.
-
- Well, anyway, that's enough preaching for now. Enjoy the file,
- and while you're lauging, try and understand the sheer ABSURDITY that
- underlies the plot, and maybe you can save someone (maybe even
- yourself) a few broken hearts.
-
- And now, on with the show.
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- PART I - A New Beginning
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Our heroes are all lying collapsed on Sysop's living room floor
- (and wouldn't you know it, it still hasn't been cleaned). Smoke curls
- about them. They have just emerged from their journey into
- cyberspace.
-
-
- Imaginos:
-
- Man, I feel like shit.
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- You too?
-
- Sysop:
-
- I'm glad that's over!
-
- Wostgheel (weakly):
-
- meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- OKAY! New rule! If we're gonna have singing, it's gotta be
- thematic! This is a romance, goddamit!
-
- Admiral Asshole (smiling, like the cat that swallowed the canary):
-
- But, dude, that leaves out heavy metal completely!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf (swearing):
-
- Shit! On sec---
-
- Sysop (interrupting):
-
- Motion seconded!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Thirded? Is that a word?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Yes, but not necessary! Let's put it to a vote.
-
-
- A vote is taken. Heavy metal music is defeated by a vote 4-2.
- Opera is defeated by a vote of 5-1. They argue incessantly and
- finally decide on "country western" as that's the most depressing kind
- of music there is, and fits in well with a romance.
-
-
- Imaginos:
-
- If yoooouuuuuuuuuu shot mah dawg with yoooooorrr rahfle
- Or yoooooooooouuuu had sehx with mah sheeeeeeeeeep
- I'd haaaaaaaaaaaavvvvee to cut awfffffffffff your peeeeeeeenis
- And barrrrry it siiiiiiiiix feet deeeeeeeeeeep!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Well, aside from this new affinity for country caterwauling,
- there doesn't seem to be any lasting effects.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Yeah, hopefully we'll get by for a while without any problems or
- serious repercussions.
-
-
- In a bizarre twist of fate and irony, the doorbell picks this
- moment to ring. How much ya wanna bet it's NOT the Avon Lady? Sysop
- gets up and goes to the door. He peeks through the eye in the door
- and then turns to the others in alarm.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- Shit! It's an MP!
-
-
- All eyes turn to Gelbarion.
-
-
- Admiral Asshole:
-
- Did you go AWOL, Gelb?
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- No, it was not me!
-
-
- There is a sharp intake of breath from Beopunk Cyberwulf, and all
- eyes turn to him.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- Beo, what did you do?
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf (finger in mouth, eyes downcast [you thought we
- forgot that one, didn't you??? ed.]):
-
- Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. [Pauses] I figured as
- long as we were on the Internet, I'd do something about replacing your
- computer...
-
- Sysop:
-
- And?
-
- (Voice from outside the door):
-
- Hey, somebody wanna open up and help me haul in this Cray?
-
-
- There is a Speedy Gonzalez sound as EVERYBODY--even Windows Freak
- (tm) Wostgheel and Amigan Beopunk Cyberwulf--rushes outside. There is
- then the sound of electronic components being taken apart and
- reassembled indoors at high speed. 47.3 seconds later, the Cray sits
- in Sysop's bedroom. Too bad he'll never fit in there to sleep again.
-
-
- Sysop (kissing Beopunk Cyberwulf):
-
- Beo, you shouldn't have! [He looks around] Where's Gelb?
-
-
- (Gelbarion's voice from outside, muffled):
-
- And twenty five dollars for the arm band! Oh, and can I have
- your gun? Fifty dollars! My best offer! Oh, and I REALLY want that
- helmet!
-
- Sysop:
-
- Answers that question. Admiral A, Imaginos, go get him while the
- rest of us decide what we're going to do with this incredible
- hardware.
-
-
- Imaginos and Admiral A leave.
-
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Ummmm, I don't even want to THINK about what turning it on is
- going to do to your electric bill!
-
- Wostgheel (still floating on a cyberspace high):
-
- We could always go back into the net and FIX his electric bill!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- WE we or YOU we?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Not neccessary, I'm gonna make this sucker pay for itself?
-
- Others:
-
- Huh?
-
- Sysop (slighly):
-
- How many com ports can this sucker support?
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Would you like that figure in scientific notation?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Exactly.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Dude, you're not going to start charging, are you?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Sorta. With that many com ports I can run two systems. One
- free, the other pay. The pay will be multi-line.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Yeah, now I get it!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Of course! Draggin' Tail being down, you're going to fill the
- multi-line void in Gainesville.
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf (mumbling):
-
- Or replace it, rather.
-
-
- They all laugh. While they're cackling, there is the sound of
- gunshots from outside. They all run to the window.
-
-
- Imaginos (from outside):
-
- Take THAT you limp wristed commie bastard!
-
- Sysop:
-
- PKUNZIP Imaginos.
-
- Imaginos:
-
- I'm immune now, thhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbb!
-
- Sysop:
-
- ARJ A -JM1 Imaginos
-
- Imaginos:
-
- !
-
- Sysop:
-
- Shut up.
-
- Imaginos:
-
- !!! !!!, !!!!!!!!
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf:
-
- Dude, you compressed him up so tightly, he can't even talk!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- !!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Indeed, he is tighter than Arnold's buttocks!
-
- Admiral Asshole (shouting up):
-
- Remind me to remind you to send that Robert K. Jung guy a check!!
-
- Imaginos:
-
- !
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf (turning to Sysop):
-
- I'll go down and help those idiots dispose of the body.
-
-
- Beopunk Cyberwulf goes downstairs. Wostgheel and Sysop spend the
- next three hours raiding various BBSes and FTP sites and configuring
- the BE-ALL-END-ALL multi-user BBS system (and you can bet your ASS it
- ain't Galacticomm!). The others are still not back. While
- speculating as to where they have taken the MP's body, they set about
- porting the old BBS software over to the cray. As can be expected, it
- runs much faster. When they finish, Sysop becomes the sysop of two,
- count them two, BBSes: the "New and Improved Crucible" (FREE, but for
- adults and Discordians only), and "The Definitately NOT Run on a
- Stolen Military Cray BBS" (10 lines with more to come, all welcome
- regardless of age or IQ so long as they have a wallet; colloquially
- referred to as the "Not a Cray BBS").
-
- The others arrive just in time for the ceremonial launching of
- both systems. Imaginos whips a bottle out of his pocket which, in its
- compressed state, explodes due to the pressure differential and
- showers the whole room in "Zambini Brothers Fruit Wine and Dessert
- Topping." In general, there is much rejoicing. Everyone logs on to
- both systems and inaugurates the message bases with high weirdness.
- Sysop even unARJs Imaginos--temporarily--so that he can log on to Not
- A Cray as Clutch Cargo.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- (__)
- (oO) --- "Part II - And God Created de Wimmen"
- /----------\/
- /:: :
- / :: :
- * ::--------::
- ^^ ^^
- **********************************************************************
-
- AUTHOR'S NOTE:
-
- Some of you self-proclaimed experts of Cowentology (tm) are
- sitting bolt upright in your chairs screaming "God, that's a FAT COW!"
- There is a reason for this: "fat cows," "women," and "BBSing" are
- three phrases that seem to go together more often than not.
-
- We now return you to our irregularly scheduled (and just as
- politically incorrect) romance.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- The scene: Sysop's "bedroom" (it used to be his bedroom, but now
- the Cray takes up so much space that he sleeps in his bathtub). It is
- now two months later and both BBSes are flourishing. The Crucible,
- strangely enough, is 99% male, 99% adult, and 99% hardcore BBSers.
- The "not a Cray," on the other hand, is loaded for bear with
- teenyboppers, weekend compu-geeks, and family people who just wanna
- have f(meaningless puerile debate)u(flames left and right)n(pubescent
- nonsense). On the UP side (there IS one?) a full 20% of the Not A
- Cray's callers are female. Granted, most of these are too young to
- fuck anyway. The scene shifts to the bedroom of one of these users
- (and we really mean that) whom we shall call Persephone. [Author's
- note: This is not her real name, but it ought to be a big hint to
- anyone who knows the Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions staff or has ever
- called the Draggin' Tail (Ye Olde Teenybopper Heaven)].
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Gosh, I sure am glad my parents bought me this modem! These BBS
- thingies sure are neat-o. I think I'll call the Not a Cray, or
- whatever it's called, again. They have some neat stuff there!
-
-
- She sits down at her computer and enters her terminal program.
- She pulls up the main screen which looks very orange since it's in
- amber monochrome. She selects a phone number from her dialing
- directory and hits [ENTER]. Her modem replies with a nice BEEP BEEP
- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP and connects with a harsh whistle. She types
- a few lines and the Not a Cray's main menu appears before her. She
- types some more and begins scanning message bases. Seeing nothing of
- real interest, she goes back to the main menu and sees a label marked
- "The First Cyberspace Church of High Weirdness." Under this menu, she
- proceeds to read the first three of the DEAD series, not knowing that
- EVEN AT THAT MOMENT we were plotting to write the fourth part about
- HER! Oh, the irony.
-
- The scene ends. Fade to three hours later. Persephone is on the
- phone, talking to Cicada [NOTE: Also not her real name, but a Cicada
- is an annoying little bug, and so is she. And a VERY CUTE annoying
- little bug at that!].
-
-
- Persophone:
-
- I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad you told me about the Not a Cray BBS!
- It's soooooooooo neat!
-
- Cicada:
-
- Yeah! But you don't write anything in the message bases! You
- need to get in there!
-
- Persephone:
-
- I know...but I'm shy.
-
- Cicada:
-
- SO?! Nobody'll knows who you are 'cept me and Madelaine. WRITE
- SOMETHING!!
-
- Persephone:
-
- I don't know...
-
- Cicada:
-
- PLEASE! Get a life!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Okay! Okay! I'll post something!
-
- Cicada:
-
- And after people get to know you, you have to start coming to the
- parties!
-
- Persephone:
-
- NO WAY! I'd just DIE!
-
- Cicada:
-
- And at the parties they want to eat their dates!
-
- Persephone:
-
- They eat that weird fruit! GROSSSSSS!
-
- Cicada:
-
- NOT! You're SOOOOOOOOO naive Pers! They wan't to eat YOUR
- fruit!
-
- Persophone:
-
- GEROSSSSSSSSSS!
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hee hee hee! Your BUD, hee hee hee.
-
- Persephone:
-
- GEROSSSSSSSSSS!
-
-
- New scene. Persephone is once again logging on to Not a Cray.
- She goes into the message bases, like before, and begins scanning.
- She sees, finally, a message of interest.
-
-
- > In a message dated 2/9/93, Beopunk Cyberwulf writes:
-
- > We don't need CONDOMS in our schools! We need an END to
- > promiscuity! Don't wave those little latex jobs in MY face or I'll
- > burn your legs off!
-
- Message command [R, D, N, Q]: R Replying to Beopunk Cyberwulf . . .
-
- Hey, it's the MAN's job to provide birth control! I mean, I'm
- letting him stick his ugly thing INSIDE me! Besides, it's less messy
- that way. I mean, who wants to look at something that looks like an
- infected hot dog? GEROSS! Wrap that thang!
-
-
- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
- < persephone > FEMINIST AND PROUD!
- < wanna see >
- < my pomegrante? > (Eat *MY* fruit?!?)
- \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- An infected hot dog?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Can YOU think of something better?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- A hot dog?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Well, what do YOU think it looks like?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Majestic Ivory Tower of Lust?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- PuhLEEZ! You? Tower?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Is that a short joke?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Go back to sleep.
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- A few hours later. Persephone is talking to Madelaine [NOTE: Not
- her real name, but easily the most horny woman I know. Too bad she's
- such a tease] on the phone.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yeah! Cicada was really bugging me to post something, so I wrote
- a reply to this Beopunk guy who's really into condoms!
-
- Madelaine:
-
- No way! You don't even know what a condom is!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yes I do! They're like balloons, right? Only bigger?
-
- Madelaine:
-
- Yeah, but you don't give these out at a birthday party, unless
- you're into the group thing.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Group thing?
-
- Madelaine:
-
- Nevermind.
-
-
- The conversation drags on about "boyz" and "stuff" and "makeup."
- Finally, they hang up and Persephone calls Cicada. Cicada answers,
- sounding like she's just come out of a deep sleep. (Those who KNOW the
- real life inspiration for Cicada know that IN ADDITION TO BEING A VERY
- CUTE ANNOYING LITTLE BUG, she often sounds like that on the phone).
-
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hello?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Cic! Hi! You'll NEVER guess what I just did!
-
- Cicada:
-
- Oh my God, Pers! Who'd you sleep with???
-
- Persephone:
-
- No one, you silly goose! I posted a message on Not a Cray on the
- alt.skum.sleeze forum!
-
- Cicada:
-
- No way!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yes way!
-
- Cicada:
-
- Your number is unlisted, right? Tell me it is...
-
- Persephone:
-
- Actually it isn't.
-
- Cicada:
-
- Shit.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Shit? Don't say shit. I hate it when you say SHIT. Something
- always happens when you say SHIT.
-
- Cicada:
-
- OHMYGODYOUMUSTBESTUPID!!!!!! SHIT!
-
- Persephone:
-
- WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!??!?!?
-
- Cicada:
-
- You'll know when Frog calls!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Frog?!?
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hee! Hee! Hee! Or BigZero.
-
- Persephone:
-
- BigZero?!?
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hee! Hee! Hee! Or Monk!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Monk?!?
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hee! Hee! Hee!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Why are you giggling?!?
-
- Cicada:
-
- Hee! Hee! Hee!
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- (__)
- (oo) -------- Part III - They Call
- /-------\/
- /:: :
- * ::-@\--::
- ^^ ^^
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Where the hell is Bluejeans?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- I dunno! He was supposed to be here an hour ago!
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- I called Jazz's house. He wasn't there.
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Oh well. Tell me, though, when do we get to the sex?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- That's coming. No pun intended.
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Well, type FASTER, idiot!
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- Persephone is lying on her bed. It is covered in satin sheets,
- unlike the normal cotton sheets that were on it a scene ago.
- Persephone is clad in a scanty black teddy, which is odd since she
- doesn't even know what a teddy IS. She has her hands clasped behind
- her head and she has that certain look of lust on her face that only
- 14 year old girls can have (yes, we're sick. yes, we have shoehorns).
- This look is not quite the look of puking in a toilet when hungover,
- but slightly more affectionate than that look you get just after
- eating spinach.
-
- She begins rubbing her grape-sized breasts with her hands. A
- male figure, whose face is kind of obscured, walks into the picture
- and lays down on the bed next to her. He reaches inside the teddy and
- begins massaging her breasts and kissing her gently about the next and
- chest. She moans softly, instinctively thrusting her hips toward
- nothing in particular. The obfuscated male figure moves his Roman
- Hands downward toward her budding <*>. Persephone moans louder.
- Slowly, the male figure removes the teddy and leaves her naked on the
- bed. Her chest is heaving, her grape-sized breasts attempting to
- jiggle passionately. The air is full of the musky odor of forbidden
- love. The stench, if you will, of forbidden love.
-
- The male figure removes his Fruite de los Loomes underwear to
- reveal a turgid [ie, bloated, distended, swollen, tumid, bombastic,
- flamboyant, grandiloquent] member. He mounts Persephone and her eyes
- stare at him expectantly. He thrusts [ie, pounds, pushes forward,
- stabs, penetrates, you get the picture]. . .
-
- The phone rings and Persephone is awakened from her dream.
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Why'd you stop, man?!?! Why'd you stop??!!?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Can YOU come up with a good follow up for "He thrusts . . ." ?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Well, this IS a family show.
-
- Dedaparamaxx (singing):
-
- It's a story,
- Of a lovely lady!
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- But I still have my imagination.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Do you need to be alone for a while?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Turgid member. How perfect!
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hello? <gasp>
-
- Frog:
-
- Hi! Is this Persephone?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, yeah...
-
- Frog:
-
- You're a girl, right?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Last time I checked. Are you a male?
-
- Frog:
-
- In a BIG way <snicker, snicker>.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Huh?
-
- Frog:
-
- Um, I'm going to the mall today. You wanna meet me at the mall?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, sure!
-
- Frog:
-
- Great! See you at 2:00? At the arcade? I'll be playing
- Siberian Dwarf Teenage Mutant French Commando Waiters from Hell.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, sure!
-
- Frog:
-
- Okay, bye!
-
-
- Frog hangs up.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- How ODD!
-
-
- The phone rings again.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hello?
-
- BigZero:
-
- Uh, hi! This is BigZero! Are you Persephone?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yeah.
-
- BigZero:
-
- I knew you were a girl! Hot damn!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Huh?
-
- BigZero:
-
- Uh, you wanna meet me at Wendy's today? Say around 3:00? I'll
- be the one eating the Dave's Deluxe with extra mayo.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, sure!
-
- BigZero:
-
- Great! See you there!
-
-
- BigZero hangs up.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- How ODD!
-
-
- Two picoseconds later, the phone rings again.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hello?
-
- Monk:
-
- Uh, hi! Is this Persephone?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, yeah!
-
- Monk:
-
- You're a girl, aren't you?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Pretty sure!
-
- Monk:
-
- Cool! Do you wanna meet me at the movies around 4:00? I'll be
- the one wearing the "200 years of Shakespeare" shirt.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Okay!
-
- Monk:
-
- Cool, see you there!
-
-
- Monk hangs up.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- How, ODD!
-
-
- The phone rings. [Astute readers will have no doubt deduced a
- pattern in this nonsense. Not so astute readers will be
- masturbating].
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hello?
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Hello. My name is Gelbarion. I wish to woo you as Conan wooed
- his mates.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Conan?
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Umm, would you meet me at the health club at say, 5:00 o'clock?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, sure!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Great! You will not regret it when you see my Arnold-like
- prowess.
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Uh, dude! There's been no sex for TWO WHOLE PAGES! What's WRONG
- with you. (Looks strangely at Dedaparamaxx). You're not, like, uh,
- (he holds out his hand and wiggles his wrist back and forth) are you?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- No. How else would I know what symbol to use for this: <*>
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Pictures?
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- If you shut up, I'll put in more sex real soon, okay?
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- !!!(*)!!!
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- Cut to:
-
- Sysop's room. His best friend, Meg O'Ram, is sitting on what's
- left of his bed with him. Meg is a sweet looking girl, in her early
- twenties, who Gelbarion would most likely rape on sight.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- So, what do you think of the new system?
-
- Meg:
-
- Um. It's big.
-
- Sysop:
-
- You wanna see big?
-
- Meg:
-
- Oh stop it! Well, how about giving me that message base you
- promised me so long ago?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Okay okay! It's not like I don't have the storage space for it!
-
- Meg:
-
- Heheheh. I don't mean to pry, but where exactly DID you get this
- thing?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Long story. You don't even WANT to know. You may get to find
- out though in Dead V, Raiders of the Lost Byte (blatant plug).
-
- Meg:
-
- You're funny.
-
-
- Sysop begins typing at one of the Cray's terminals.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- What do you want to call the base, Meg?
-
- Meg:
-
- Dear Meg?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Too cliche. Try something else. Advice columns don't ALWAYS
- have to be titled Dear Somebodyerother.
-
- Meg:
-
- Meg's Place? Ohhhhhhh. Why do *I* always get the HARD ones??
-
- Sysop:
-
- Cuz you're the prettiest, my dear.
-
- [ Diskwiz: that's it? MORE SEX!!! ]
-
- Meg (blushing):
-
- You're just saying that...
-
- Sysop:
-
- Yup. You're right.
-
-
- Meg slaps Sysop playfully, knocking out three teeth.
-
-
- Meg:
-
- Okay, okay. We'll call it "Meg's Melodrama." How's that?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Lame, but okay.
-
-
- Sysop types some more on the terminal.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- Okay, it's done. Ready whenever you are.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- (__)
- (oo) -------- Part IV - Meg's Melodrama
- /-------\/
- /:: :
- * ::-@\--::
- ^^ ^^
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- The scene: Meg O'Ram sitting at one of the terminals littered
- about Sysop's house. She is browsing through her new advice-columnish
- message base. Most of the messages are boring. Most people have
- advice to ask about how to get back together with their ex-
- boy/girlfriends. The very last message, however, piques her interest.
-
- [ Diskwiz: Can't it pique her NIPPLES?!?! ]
-
- [ Dedaparamaxx: I'm coming to that. ]
-
- From: Persephone (user #2047893871.2)
- To : Meg O'Ram (user #3.1415926536)
- Subj: HELP!
-
- Dear Meg:
-
- I have a really big problem. I'm a cute 14 year old girl in her
- teens. There are four, count them FOUR guys, and all of them want to
- go out with me. I really like all of them, but I'm in love with
- someone else who doesn't love me. What should I do?
-
-
- Meg pauses, as if in thought. Hesitantly, she replies to the
- message.
-
-
- Message command [R, D, N, Q]: R
- Replying to Persephone . . .
-
-
- Dearest Persephone:
-
- A lot of girls should be so lucky! Share the wealth! Do any of
- them have turgid members? Hahahah. Meg O'Ram was only joking.
- Seriously, though, if the guy YOU LOVE doesn't like you, you ought to
- be looking elsewhere. I mean, there's a whole lot of fish in the sea,
- am I right? Pick one of them, and fuck him. No no no, another joke.
- What you should do is go out with each of them, in turn, decide which
- of them, if any, you like best, and go out with that one!
-
- Happy member, er, male hunting!
-
- Meg.
-
-
- Cut to: Persephone's bedroom. She is on the bed, dreaming.
-
-
- The dream resumes where it left off. The obfuscated male figure
- continues thrusting. Persephone moans louder. The OBFMF (obfuscated
- male figure) becomes more insistent with his pounding. His teeth can
- be seen clearly: they are bared in a grimace of intense sexual
- concentration. Persephone's eyes are closed. Her face is twisted
- into what might be a look of pain. She cries out and begins thrusting
- her hips in time with her OBFMF's motions. "Oooooooooh, ooooooooh" she
- cries, summoning up instincts that have been with her since birth.
- She clasps the man's buttocks with her fingernails, almost ripping
- gouges in his flesh. She pulls, no FORCES, the turgid member deeper
- and deeper. Her head pounds back and forth on the pillow, as if she
- is shaking her head "no," when in fact she is saying "OOOOOOOOOOOH
- YES!" She removes one hand from the man's buttocks and reaches under
- the bed and pulls out a really long leather wh--
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- DISKWIZ!! Get the hell away from the keyboard!!!!!
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- But it was just getting to the good part!
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- NOW, 'Wiz!
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Just let me finish this scene.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- NO! It's MY computer and MY word processor. Now 'git!
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- Can't have any fun, sigh.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Go back to sleep.
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- The phone rings, awakening Persephone.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hello? <gasp>
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Is this Persephone?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, yeah!
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Hi! Everybody calls me Lord Mom because I'm like a second mother
- to them. You know, I've been watching you on the board for some time,
- and you seem really sweet, innocent, and naive.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Uh, yeah?
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- You mind if I ask you a personal question?
-
- Peresphone:
-
- Uh, no.
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Are you a virgin?
-
- Persephone:
-
- YES! Of COURSE!
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Will you marry me?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Will you give me time to think about it?
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Yeah, sure. Make it quick though. If we are gonna get married,
- I want you while you're still perky and clean.
-
- Persephone:
-
- No.
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- No what?
-
- Persephone:
-
- No, I won't marry you. You're gross.
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- Will you go out with me at least?
-
- Persephone (sighing mightilly):
-
- I suhPOSE! Where do you want to meet?
-
- Lord Mom:
-
- At the school board meeting tonight?
-
-
- Persephone hangs up.
-
-
- Cut to:
-
- The mall. Persephone is standing outside the arcade, wondering
- if she should go inside. She looks over to the Siberian Dwarf Teenage
- Mutant French Commando Waiters from Hell game and sees a sizeable
- blonde fellow eagerly twisting the joystick and hammering buttons. As
- you may have guessed, this guy is Frog. He LOVES pressing buttons.
-
- Persephone walks hesitantly through the door to the arcade and
- wanders over to where Frog is eagerly beating the shit out of Turgid
- Space Wiener Schnitzel. She places a hand on his shoulder and he
- turns to look at her. There is rapture in his eyes.
-
-
- Frog:
-
- Wow! You're a babe!
-
- Persephone (blushing):
-
- Thanks.
-
- Frog:
-
- Wanna fuck?
-
- Persephone:
-
- NOOOOOOOOO! What kind of a girl do you think I am?
-
- Frog:
-
- One who dreams about obfuscated male figures with turgid members.
-
- Persephone (blushing):
-
- HOW'D YOU KNOW?!?!
-
- Frog:
-
- I read ahead in the script.
-
- Persephone (aghast):
-
- You BRUTE!
-
- Frog:
-
- Oh, please don't be mad! I LOVE YOU!
-
- Persephone:
-
- You hardly KNOW me!
-
- Frog:
-
- I know! But you're the girl of my dreams! I just have to have
- you! I'd KILL myself if I couldn't have you.
-
-
- Persephone runs screaming from the arcade.
-
- Cut to:
-
- Wendy's. Persephone walks through the front door and sees he who
- can ONLY be BigZero. Not only is he BIG, and not only does he look
- like ABSOLUTE ZERO, but he is eating a Dave's Deluxe with enough
- mayonnaise to satisfy his recommended daily allowance of mayonnaise
- three hundred times over. [Perverse readers will liken this glob of
- mayo unto "jizm," as Kurt Vonnegut Jr. affectionately refers to it.
- Perverse readers see the obvious]
-
- Hesitantly, Persephone walks over to the table and sits down.
-
-
- BigZero:
-
- I just KNEW you were a girl! Hot damn!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Ack! I just met Frog. What a PIG!
-
- BigZero:
-
- Yeah. Hey, you wanna fuck?
-
- Persephone:
-
- PLEASE! I'm not that kind of girl!
-
- BigZero:
-
- Into the kinky stuff???
-
- Persephone (aghast):
-
- NO! Oh, you men are ALL alike! SOB!
-
- BigZero:
-
- Oh, please don't cry! I LOVE YOU! I would never do anything to
- hurt you! Please, if you're mad at me, I'll kill myself!
-
- Persephone:
-
- ACK!
-
-
- Persephone runs screaming from the restaurant.
-
- Cut to:
-
- The movie theatre. Persephone walks up the steps to the front of
- the theatre. Slurping a slurpee in front of the advertisements stands
- Monk, wearing a "200 hundred years of Shakespeare" T-Shirt.
- Persephone walks up to him. She thinks he is very cute. Monk sees
- her and looks on her with lust in his eyes.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- HI!
-
- Monk:
-
- Hi there! What movie do you want to see?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Can't we go someplace quiet and just TALK! I just met Frog and
- BigZero. They are SO NASTY!
-
- Monk:
-
- Sure! We could go over to Sysop's place. You could meet him and
- then later maybe we can go out and get a bite to eat!
-
- Persephone:
-
- I'd love to, but I have to meet Gelbarion at the health club at
- five!
-
- Monk:
-
- Oh, well, maybe some other time. Wanna meet Sysop?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Sure!
-
-
- They go to Monk's car and get in.
-
- Cut to:
-
- Sysop's front door. The blood stains from the MP are nearly
- gone. Sysop has been trying for weeks to get them out and has
- discovered that "Zambini Brothers Fruit Wine and Dessert Topping"
- works the best for removing blood stains.
-
- Monk and Persephone walk up to the front door. Monk knocks.
- There is the sound of papers shuffling, dishes breaking, and cats
- being stepped on from inside the house. Moments later, Sysop opens
- the door!
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- Monk! Dude! I just left you e-mail! As it is, I've been
- SOOOOOOO bored all day long. I've just been sitting on my system all
- day chatting about all kinds of nonsense. And oh, by the way, Frog
- called and said that you shouldn't go out with "That Persephone Bitch"
- because he thinks she's a real whore. Well, I've talked to her a
- couple of times and she seems pretty nice. Oh, as it is, she was on
- this morning and left some mail for you. Do you want to go upstairs
- and read it? Oh, anyway, like I said I've been chatting all day long
- and let me tell you I have some pretty brain dead users. There's this
- guy who logged on earlier trying to convince me that there are
- DIFFERENT VERSIONS of ANSI? Can you believe that? I said to him
- "Dude, ANSI is a STANDARD." I mean, Jesus, what a nerd. Oh, who's
- this you have with you?
-
-
- [NOTE: When he's not going off on adventures with the DEAD people
- Sysop, aka Morgan Bluejeans, is an extremely VERBOSE fellow. We
- affectionately call him TANGENT but the affection sometimes wears VERY
- THIN when trying to get a word in edgewise. We love you anyway, BJ.
- SMOOOOOOOCH!]
-
-
- Monk (his hair pinned to the top of his head from the wind that has
- just blown past him):
-
- Oh, this is Persephone.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Hi!
-
-
- Suddenly all goes dark and everyone freezes into stillness.
- Spotlights fall on Sysop and Persephone. For some strange reason, the
- dancers from Dead II sneak in dressed like the Dallas Cowboy
- Cheerleaders. For some other strange reason, Sysop is now decked out
- like Sigfried from Wagner's "Ring Cycle" and Persephone is decked out
- like Brunhilde. Sysop makes a fine sight with his mighty sword and
- his viking helmet.
-
- Sysop breaks into song:
-
- You wait, little girl,
- On an empty stage.
- For fate to turn the light on.
- Your life, little girl,
- Is an empty page
- That men will want to write on,
- To write on.
-
- You are fourteen going on fifteen,
- Baby, it's time to think!
- Better beware be canny and careful,
- Baby, you're on the brink!
-
- Persephone:
-
- I am fourteen, going on fifteen,
- I know that I'm naive.
- Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
- And willingly I'll believe!
-
-
- Enter Wostgheel from outside (he was scrubbing blood stains):
-
- WAIT JUST A MINUTE! This is supposed to be OPERA, dammit! We
- will not stand for this Rogers and Hammerstein nonsense!
-
- Sysop (stage whisper):
-
- Dammit, Wost! I'm not allowed to sing opera!
-
- Wostgheel:
-
- Well, you're the one who outlawed it.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Roit!
-
-
- The lights go out. A moment later, the spot lights again fall on
- Persephone and Sysop. This time, Sysop is decked out like Billy the
- Kid and Persephone looks like your typical schoolmarm. Sysop takes
- her by the hand and leads her into the house. Monk looks very
- jealous.
-
-
- Sysop (singing):
-
- Watch your head on the roof,
- Gotta let your eyes adjust,
- Sorry about your suit,
- Can't do nuthin' 'bout the dust.
- Welcome down underground,
- Hunker down a spell,
- It gets to feel like home to me,
- Though I know it looks like hell.
-
-
- Sysop kicks away a hunk of mouldy pizza boxes, and an old cat.
-
-
- Persephone (speaking):
-
- Actually, it's not that bad.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Ya really like it?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Sure!
- (Singing)
-
- Your house may be a pig sty,
- But pigs are kinda sweet,
- And though I don't quite know why,
- I think this place is neat.
-
- Oh sure it's kinda musty,
- With slime molds--grapefruit sized!
- And so VERY awfully dusty,
- That your couch lies there disguised!
-
- You may call it a disaster sight,
- And not a house, as such,
- But everything will be all right,
- It just needs a woman's touch!
-
-
- She starts to pick up the assorted filth that is scattered about.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- You don't have to do that!
-
- Persephone:
-
- But I want to!
-
-
- Sysop leans over to take a mildewed t-shirt from her hand. There
- fingers meet (Close up, play love theme from Lolita). Suddenly,
- Sysop's grandfather clock (actually, it was Wostgheel, wanting to move
- the scene along) chimed five times. The lights go out for a moment,
- and everyone except Persephone freezes.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Oh boogersnots! I have to go meet Gelbarion now!
-
-
- Though he is frozen, a small frown plays across Sysop's face.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- Don't worry, I'll be back!
-
-
- She leaves. Even so, Sysop is smiling. The lights dim again and
- everyone unfreezes. The country western garb that everyone was
- wearing is replaced with normal clothing. We hear, offstage,
- Gelbarion saying "And this is a picture of me at the Arnold
- Schwarzenegger School of Being German and Looking Tough. This is my
- room mate Helga." We hear Persephone saying "Wow! How neat!" She
- actually means it, dear God. Fade to black.
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- I'm starting to feel guilty here. I mean, this isn't how it
- happened.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- This is fiction, dammit!
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- So when does he fuck her?
-
-
- Bluejeans launches himself over a chair and beats Diskwiz for
- several moments with the nearest object before he realizes that the
- nearest object is Imaginos's pink fuzzy bunny slipper. Diskwiz is
- unimpressed, but feigns injury so as not to wound Bluejeans's pride.
- Bluejeans turns back to Dedaparamaxx.
-
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- You're missing the point.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- There is one?
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- Yeah. You see, whether it actually happened that way or not, the
- people who read this and KNOW "Persephone" are going to think that
- she's some world class bitch.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- She isn't?
-
-
- Bluejeans sighs. He leaves the room. He comes back a few
- moments later, with a beer, and seats himself on Dedaparamaxx's bed.
- He drinks the entire beer in about six seconds. Then he looks up.
-
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- No. She isn't.
-
- Diskwiz (looks around for bunny slippers, sees none, and continues):
-
- Thhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb.
-
- Bluejeans and Dedaparamaxx:
-
- GO BACK TO SLEEP!
-
- **********************************************************************
- (__)
- (@@) -------- Part V - A Parting of the Ways
- /-------\/ or
- /:: : "The Breaking of the Fellowship"
- * ::-@\--::
- ^^ ^^
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- What follows is a delightful montage of idyllic scenes:
-
- Sysop walking Persephone through a museum.
- Gelbarion buying two tickets to Terminator III.
- Monk cooking Persephone some beef goulash.
- Sysop coaching Persephone for a drama tryout.
- Gelbarion teaching Persephone backfist techniques.
- Monk with a bloody nose.
- Sysop picking Persephone up at school and taking her
- on a picnic.
- Gelbarion buying a double membership at the health
- club.
- Sysop and Persephone installing four new incoming
- lines on the "Not a Cray."
- Gelbarion and Persephone at the beach (there is a body
- building competition).
- Sysop and Persephone visiting Monk at the hospital.
- Gelbarion renting "Kindergarten Cop" for a quiet
- evening in.
- Sysop and Persephone at a local 50's style diner
- sharing a milkshake.
-
- Fade in to:
-
- Sysop logging to the Crucible. He sees that a new user has been
- on. Her name is "Circe Nymph." He looks up her user record and sees
- that it is Persephone. Pleased, he checks for mail.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- From: Circe Nymph
- To : Sysop
- Subj: I'm heeeeeeeerrree!
-
- Well, you wanted me to try out this half of the system so I am.
- From what I can see, it looks real neat-o. I'll look around more
- later, but for now I have to go. Mom's calling me to dinner and then
- I have a date with Gelbarion.
-
- Luvvies,
-
- Persy.
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Sysop reads the last sentence twice. Then reads it twice more.
- His jaw drops. He shakes his head a few times, flicks his monitor on
- and off, and looks at the screen again.
-
-
- Sysop:
-
- No. It's still there. A DATE WITH GELBARION!?!?!?
-
-
- Sysop picks up the phone and dials Gelb's number. A few rings
- later, Gelb's answering machine picks up.
-
-
- Gelbarion (recorded):
-
- All right. I'm not here right now, I'm on a date with
- Persephone. But leave a message at the sound of the Uzi, unless you
- are the type of little girly man who hangs up when an machine answers
- the phone.
-
- (Staccato gunfire)
-
-
- For the first time in his life, Sysop actually can not find
- words. He hangs up the phone, sits down, gulps air a few times, and
- watches as everything in his room seems to fade into the distance.
- For a moment, music plays, but he is suddenly too nauseous to sing, so
- the music dies.
-
- Shift to:
-
- The main entrance to the mall. Enter Persephone with one tiny
- bag from "The Limited." Behind her, on the other hand, Gelbarion
- carries twelve huge parcels from "Cutlery World."
-
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- You know something, you were right! Shopping can be fun!
-
-
- Gelb looks around to make sure nobody else heard him say that.
-
-
- Persephone:
-
- I told ya, silly! Hmmm, I still think it was a mark of bad taste
- to actually threaten the sales clerk with the Bowie knife when he
- refused to chop ten bucks off the price!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Only DEMOCRATS pay full price.
-
- Persephone (in mock shock):
-
- But Gelb! Sysop's a democrat, and he's your friend!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Are you sure?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Well, I think that's what he said.
-
- Gelbarion (visibly agitated now):
-
- When did he tell you this?
-
- Persephone:
-
- At Steak and Shake the other night. We were splitting a
- milkshake and he was helping me with my American History homework.
- Gawd, my teacher loved the essay he wrote for me!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- You had a date? With Sysop?!?!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Well, yeah!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- You are dating him too?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Oh boogersnots! Did I say something wrong?
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Why did you not tell me this before?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Did it make a difference? I told him.
-
- Gelbarion (angry now):
-
- He knows you are already seeing me? How very dishonorable and
- girlyish of him.
-
-
- He strides to his jeep, angrilly, and peels off, leaving
- Persephone behind. Luckilly, Monk spots her while coming out of the
- arcade. He has just beaten Frog in a marathon match of Those Mighty
- Nifty Terrapins Take Manhattan and is feeling rather good.
-
-
- Monk:
-
- Hiya!
-
- Persephone (spinning around in surprise):
-
- Hi!
-
-
- Monk's hands fly up to protect his nose. Seeing that she intends
- no harm, he lowers his guard and approaches. Persephone blushes.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Sorry 'bout your nose, by the way.
-
- Monk:
-
- S'ok. No permanent harm done. In fact, my drama coach says I'm
- a shoo-in for the part of Caliban in "the Tempest".
-
- Persephone:
-
- You're gonna be playing SHAKESPEARE??!?
-
- Monk (Now, HE'S blushing):
-
- Well, it's only a community college production, but yeah...
-
- Persephone:
-
- Oh, NEAT! Um, I really AM sorry about your nose.
-
- Monk:
-
- It's ok. I understand. I shouldn't have snuck up on you and
- shouted "Landshark!"
-
- Persephone (suddenly changing the topic):
-
- You know...I never asked: How old are you?
-
- Monk:
-
- Er...seventeen...why?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Just checking. You looked much younger than the other "Not A
- Cray" guys who've asked me out and I was wondering...
-
- Monk:
-
- Well, I'm not THAT much younger.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Are too!
-
- Monk:
-
- Are not!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Are too!
-
- Monk:
-
- Are not!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Gelbarion is twenty and Sysop was just twenty-two.
-
- Monk (dead in his tracks):
-
- Whoa!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yeah. It's flattering, but...
-
- Monk:
-
- Speaking of Gelbarion, wasn't that him I just saw peeling out in
- his jeep?
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yeah. He left me.
-
- Monk:
-
- Oh. (a realization comes to him...) OH! Do you need a lift? My
- van is over there.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Um, yeah...Could you take me to Sysop's house? That's where Gelb
- is headed and I'd like to tell him what a boogerhead he's being.
-
- Monk:
-
- Ok.
-
-
- Scene shift to:
-
- Sysop's house. It's FINALLY clean. There is no M.P. blood on
- the walkway. There is no pizza on the couch. There is no dust on the
- table...or on the cat. There walls are very conspiciously NOT
- bleeding. There is no slime pouring from the faucets. Persephone has
- turned the place into a neat happy little home. Oh, GAG!
-
- Gelbarion stomps up the walkway. He pulls his helmet and armband
- out of his backpack and dons them. He straps his Colt .45 on his hip.
- He knocks on the door.
-
-
- Sysop (muffled, from inside):
-
- Just a second!
-
-
- A few moments later, Sysop appears at the door. His eyes are
- downcast. Then he sees it's Gelb and his eyes darken even more.
-
- Sysop (sarcastically):
-
- You're early, Gelb. The "Twilight 2000" game doesn't start until
- nine. What's the matter? DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE PERSEPHONE HOME EARLY
- OR SOMETHING?
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Shut up and let me in.
-
- Sysop steps aside. He follows Gelbarion into his living room.
- As he does so, he looks around the room and wishes there were a pocket
- of slime somewhere for him to use as a possible weapon.
-
- **********************************************************************
- [Authors' Note: Here it is! The first, last, and only
- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions FIGHT SCENE! YEAH!]
- **********************************************************************
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- You WILL stop dating Persephone.
-
- Sysop (in a rasping sneer--in fact, he starts to look a lot like Jack
- Palance as the scene continues...)
-
- Funny. I was just about to say the same to you.
-
-
- They glare at each other.
- And glare.
- And glare.
- And glare.
-
- **********************************************************************
- [Authors' Note: Ok. So we lied.]
- **********************************************************************
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- She is my woman!
-
- Sysop:
-
- My GOD, Gelbarion! Listen to yourself. You are treating her like
- a piece of meat!
-
- Gelbarion (pausing):
-
- Yes. So?
-
- Sysop:
-
- She's a person! With feelings. And she deserves more
- than...than...than...a granite-headed, cleft-chinned, dung-beetle-
- eating, gun-toting, insensitive Republican LOUT like yourself.
-
- Gelbarion (in shock):
-
- I do NOT eat dung-beetles...You...You...DEMOCRAT!
-
- Sysop:
-
- The English Language is insufficient to fully and comprehensively
- manifest the infinite magnitude of your gross and detestable
- undesirability. So there...and fuck you!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- I don't understand MOST of that. But I know what "fuck you"
- means and I don't like it.
-
- He swings at Sysop.
-
- **********************************************************************
- [Authors' Note: So we lied when we said we lied. Dontcha just hate a
- tease? Isn't that the whole point of this story, after all?]
- **********************************************************************
-
- Sysop ducks. Then backs away.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Stay away from me, Gelbarion, and stay away from Persephone. She
- deserves better than you. She deserves me.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Stealing another man's woman is like sleeping with his rifle.
-
- They both pause and try to make sense of that for a moment. They
- both fail miserably. Gelbarion swings again. Sysop ducks again. He
- backs up again. They are now standing in the kitchen. Gelbarion sees
- a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and picks it up to use as a
- club.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Put that down, you moron!
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- No.
-
- He swings at Sysop with the bottle. He misses.
-
- Sysop:
-
- I mean it, Gelb. Put it down. That's for Persephone.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- I knew it. You evil, un-Arnoldish person--you were planning on
- getting her drunk and taking advantage of her innocent (and blonde,
- hence very Germanic) person, weren't you?
-
- Sysop (ducking under a stray phaser shot set on "Extreme Tick--
- **********************************************************************
- [Authors' Note: Sorry. Bit of stray buffered material left over from
- Dead III. It shan't happen again...we promise...]
- **********************************************************************
- er, ducking under the bottle):
-
- No, you doofus. I was going to ask her to go steady with me.
-
- He pulls a "steady ring" from his pocket. It stops Gelbarion in
- his tracks.
-
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- But I saw her first.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Actually, I did. Monk brought her here the day she met all of
- you other guys...right before she met you at the health club.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Don't confuse me with the facts. Arnold never gets confused by
- the facts.
-
- Sysop:
-
- Arnold ALWAYS gets confused by the facts.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- That's what I meant.
-
- Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, Sysop leans forward,
- takes the bottle deftly from Gelb's hand, flips him to the ground, and
- rolls him towards the door.
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- How did you DO that?
-
- Sysop:
-
- Simple. I'm at the keyboard writing this part of the script. I
- can do ANYTHING I WANT....even reformat Dedaparamaxx's hard drive.
- Beating the living snot out of you is a piece of cake!
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Dedaparmaxx (whimpering softly):
-
- You wouldn't...would you?
-
- Bluejeans (slyly):
-
- Maybe I would, and maybe I wouldn't. In fact, maybe I already
- have and this entire word processing directory is being run on a RAM
- disk.
-
- Diskwiz (shoving a slice of pizza in his mouth):
-
- Murfle murfle murfle.
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- What?
-
- Diskwiz (swallowing):
-
- I said "Ben, man, that's cold."
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- Pass me the rest of the 'za and go to sleep, dude.
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- But I don't wanna!
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- ARJ A -JM1 Diskwiz
-
- Diskwiz:
-
- !!!!
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- ARJ A -JM1 Dedaparamaxx
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- File name too long error.
-
- Bluejeans (grabbing a reference book):
-
- Oh, fuck. Ummm, okay! Old standby time! PKARC A Dedaparamaxx.
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- I'm meeeeeeelllllllllllltttttttttttiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggg!
-
-
- Once again, for those of you who missed it, there is a "horrible,
- ghastly silence." (And yes, dammit, this is a plug for Dead III).
-
- Bluejeans:
-
- Ok...now, back to work...if I'm gonna get BLAMED for this, I
- might as well WRITE it. And THIS time, I'll GET the girl.
-
- Bluejeans chokes back a small sob as his fingers fly over the
- keyboard.
-
- **********************************************************************
- Gelbarion:
-
- Saint Arnold, protect me! Send me a Valkyrie like you had in
- "Conan!"
-
-
- Just then, looking alot like Sandahl Bergman in "Conan",
- Persephone comes up the walkway with Monk.
-
-
- Gelbarion (looking heavenward):
-
- Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?
-
- THE AUTHORS (looking downward):
-
- Yes!
-
- Persephone (very mad):
-
- Will you two dorks please stop fighting?
-
- Gelb and Sysop:
-
- Say what?
-
- Yes. That's right. So shocked is Gelbarion that he drops the
- Austrian accent and speaks in the style of the average Cuban-American.
- It forms a wondrous counterpoint to Sysop's educated but still
- unmistakable Brooklyn (as in "New Yawk") accent.
-
- Sysop:
-
- But...But...I was WINNING, dammit!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Winning what, Sysop? Winning ME? I'm a person, remember? I
- can't be WON....so there, you doodyhead.
- (she continues) Besides, I don't want to go out with EITHER of
- you any more. You're both too old for me. I've decided to go steady
- with Monk.
-
- Sysop:
-
- But...but...this can't HAPPEN.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Yes, it can. Dedaparamaxx just took the keyboard away from you.
-
- **********************************************************************
- AUTHORS BICKERING AT EACH OTHER
-
- A BRIEF INTERRUPTION FROM THE WEIRDNESS STREAM
- **********************************************************************
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- ...and stay in your room until I say you can come out!
-
- Bluejeans (reaches for the bunny slippers):
-
- I hope you weawize this mean waw!
-
-
- Just then, Jeff (Beopunk Cyberwulf) The Riffer shows up with more
- pizza. He bashes Bluejeans over the head with a large anchovie pie,
- because nobody really wanted that anyway. When Bluejeans awakens, it
- is to the sound of this...
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- I do knight thee Sir Riffer of the Avenging Pizza.
-
- Jeff:
-
- Aw, shucks. You love me, you really love me!
-
- Dedaparamaxx:
-
- Don't push it, Jeff.
-
- **********************************************************************
-
- Gelbarion:
-
- Where is Monk? I will CRUSH him, like Arnold would.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Leave him alone or I'll give you SUCH a chop!
-
- Gelbarion (meekly):
-
- Can't I just crush him a little?
-
- Persephone:
-
- No. Go away, boogerhead. (She kisses Monk, then turns to Sysop)
- (To Sysop) This means I won't see YOU anymore either.
-
- Sysop (dejected):
-
- I gathered that.
-
- Persephone;
-
- I'll still call the Not A Cray and be, in general, a pest,
- though.
-
- Sysop:
-
- I gathered that, too.
-
- Persephone:
-
- Oh, don't pout. I'll still be your friend.
-
- Sysop (pouting):
-
- AAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
-
- He runs inside and shuts the door.
-
-
- Monk (calling after him):
-
- Dude, I'm REALLY sorry about this!
-
- Sysop (from inside):
-
- AAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-
- Persephone:
-
- Oh, he'll calm down...eventually...come on! Let's go back to the
- mall.
-
- Monk:
-
- Sure.
-
-
- They drive off as the appropriate theme music plays.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- EPILOGUE
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Persephone was wrong. Sysop did not calm down. He remained
- hyperkinetic for the rest of the DEAD series. He also has set his
- Crucible and Not a Cray accounts to ignore all private mail from her.
-
- Gelbarion joined the Peace Corps. This is not a joke. Or
- rather, it is a joke, but it is also an official part of the DEAD
- series timeline superceding all other references to Gelbarion's
- future. Nyah.
-
- Frog joined the navy. End of paragraph.
-
- BigZero still is.
-
- Lord Mom, still is too, but nobody listens to him anymore.
-
- Monk and Persephone split up after a few months. She is
- currently seeing "some football stud" at her high school. He is
- engaged to marry Madelaine, who fell in love with him after leaving
- her brief lesbian phase. Just goes to show you, once again, that
- there is NO FORCE IN THE WORLD more powerful than a hard dick.
-
- The M.P. is, of course, dead. But we won't tell you where they
- hid the body until DEAD V. (Blatant plug). So there.
-
- Wostgheel, Beopunk Cyberwulf, Imaginos, and Admiral Asshole
- despite being relegated to bit-player status in this story
- nevertheless renewed their contracts for DEAD V. They even managed to
- get Sysop out of his depression so that he could join them, "Because
- it just wouldn't be the same."
-
- And so the high weirdness continues with no more--we promise
- this--unscheduled and unwarranted unfunny romantic interludes.
-
- Well, maybe just once, sometime around DEAD VII.
-
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- AUTHORS' NOTE
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Heya, kids. Morgan Bluejeans here. Let me make one thing
- perfectly clear. The above is NOT a work of TOTAL fiction....
-
- Sure, some names have been changed...and some characters
- combined...for the sake of brevity...and to protect the innocent and
- guilty alike.
-
- But the story itself is true.
-
- For the record, I AM twenty-two, and "Persephone" is...well,
- young. SIGNIFICANTLY younger, in fact, but still "old enough to know
- better." Old enough to know what the phrase "let's just be friends"
- does to a guy.
-
- And YES, "Gelbarion" and I are no longer friends. So he has been
- written out of the series.
-
- We authors can do things like this. It's one of the perks of the
- job. On the downside, the hours suck.
-
- Anyway, as I was saying, the above is basically a true story.
- Those of you who KNOW me know exactly whom all of the above characters
- represent. I hope you will respect THEIR feelings by not making them
- feel like shit about all the above. It was meant in fun, and as a
- means of relieving a case of chronic depression. What it was NOT meant
- as, is a vicious attack on "Gelbarion", "Persephone", "Monk", and the
- rest. They are just as pained as I am over the recent events that I
- have seen fit to mock above, with the help of the rest of the staff
- here at Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions. Perhaps even moreso, so
- please don't ask me for "Persephone"'s real name, REAL age, REAL
- breast size (significantly larger than grapes, though not, perhaps as
- large as pomegranates), or anything like that....or you'll find out
- just how real the "Assembly of Death" is.
-
- And I really mean that.
-
- I would also like to add two things here:
-
- 1) Monk, you're a pretty cool guy anyway...and I wish you and
- your current fiancee all the luck in the world.
-
- 2) Persygirl, I still love you....
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
- ON A LIGHTER NOTE
- ----------------------------------------------------------------------
-
- We here at Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions believe in giving
- credit where credit is due. There are several lines and even ENTIRE
- PARAGRAPHS that were blatantly stolen from other funny people. Here,
- we would like to give credit to all the people we have stolen things
- from throughout this romance.
-
- Phil Katz, and Robert K. Jung, respectively, for their wonderful
- archiving utilities. It's nice to know that they port from the MSDOS
- platform and into Imaginos's sock drawer.
-
- Arnold Schwarzenegger, for not killing us.
-
- Dave Barry, for "Zambini Brothers Fruit Wine and Dessert
- Topping". In fact, for most of our humor. Bluejeans and Dedaparamaxx
- have lately been existing on a reading diet high in Dave Barry. You
- see the effects.
-
- Rush Limbaugh, for lending Beopunk Cyberwulf his opinions of
- condoms in school.
-
- Madelaine, for her vagina.
-
- Entymologists everywhere for not killing us for abbreviating
- "Cicada" as "Cic."
-
- Diadem <*>, for allowing us to steal that symbol next to her
- name.
-
- Fruit of the Loom, for not suing the underwear off us.
-
- Sherwood Schwartz, producer of the Brady Bunch.
-
- Harlequin Romance novels, for "he thrusts..."
-
- Eastman and Laird, for Those Mighty Nifty Terrapins.
-
- Dave Thomas, founder of Wendy's. Just because we like his
- commercials. Don't worry, Dave, BigZero doesn't really eat that much
- mayo.
-
- Miss Manners, for allowing Meg O'Ram to write her letters in
- third person singular, just like Miss Manners does.
-
- Lord Mom, for the chicken soup.
-
- Kurt Vonnegut Jr., for "The Big Space Fuck," and other fine
- stories.
-
- Bill the Cat for "ACK!"
-
- Wagner for his very nice, but horribly long, "Ring Cycle."
-
- The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders for not siccing the Cowboys on
- us.
-
- Rogers and Hammerstein for pieces of "Sixteen Going On Seventeen"
- and in general for "The Sound of Music." Not as long as the Ring
- Cycle, but still nice.
-
- James Taylor, for a piece of "Down in the Hole" from the "New
- Moon Shine" album.
-
- Nabokov for "Lolita."
-
- J.R.R. Tolkein for "The Breaking of the Fellowship" and for his
- wonderful work, in general.
-
- Practically every movie ever made for montages of idyllic scenes.
-
- The Limited and Cuterly world, for allowing us to give them free
- advertising.
-
- The Democrats and the Republicans for making better fools of
- themselves than we EVER could.
-
- The real Persephone for "oh boogersnots!"
-
- John Belushi for "Landshark."
-
- The preschoolers of America for "ARE NOT!" "ARE TOO" etc.
-
- Bugs Bunny for "I hope you weawize..."
-
- Jeff, just for being him. And for bugging us, without ever
- touching us. And for cookies.
-
- Thank you all, and have a GOOD night.
-
-
- CREDITS
- -------
-
- Dedaparamaxxaginos Productions (lack-of-good) Management Staff
- --------------------------------------------------------------
-
- Dedaparamaxx: Head writer, head dum kopf, head head.
-
- Imaginos: Master of cows and demented thoughts.
-
- Morgan Bluejeans: Cyberspace expert, maker of "big funnies."
-
- Tempus Fugit: Latin scholar, possessor of "outrageous French
- Accent."
-
-
- Sometimes, but not all times, staff writers
- -------------------------------------------
-
- Jeff the Riffer: Evil! Evil! Evil!
-
- Diskwiz: Cyberspace engineer, editor-in-sleep.
-
-
- IF YOU'RE CRAZY ENOUGH TO WANT TO CONTACT US:
- ---------------------------------------------
-
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- 8009 SW 55th PL
- Gainesville, FL 32608
-
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- a REAL address, and any correspondence sent there will be answered
- according to our moods, but it WILL be answered. Letter bombs will be
- returned to sender, unopened. Drugs, money, complements, and general
- ramblings are accepted.
-
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-
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