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___________________________________________________________________________ (____) Toxic Shock Presents (____) \ / \ / \/ Freddy Meets the Gestapo \/ TS #4 12/05/89 by Gross Genitalia [Centre of Eternity.....40 megs.....3/12/2400 baud............615-552-5747] ___________________________________________________________________________ Little Freddy had always been notorious for stirring up shit on the local boards. He had been threatened numerous times by many users, Little Freddy just laughed and laughed. One time one of the users showed up at Freddy's front door. Freddy became son scared he pissed in his pants and ran to his mommy, who in turn stepped to the door and told the user not to ever be bothering her pansy defenseless son again. It got to the point where Little Freddy was kicked off all the local boards. He was so bored now he didn't know what to do. This began Freddy's change of tune, which led to his worst of nightmares. Little Freddy was about 13 years old. He was in middle school and was exceptionally stupid and insecure. Everyone picked on him because he tried his damnest to bug the shit out of everyone. One of the other local users, about his age, also went to Freddy's middle school. This other user had already thrown Freddy into the showers and dunked his head in the bowl in the boy's locker room, and was about to do the same again. Freddy's life was one of solitude, the few friends he had were geeks even scrawnier than he. As Freddy sat at home one night, he realized the severity of his boredom. Ideas began brewing in his head. Late that night, past his usual bedtime of 8:00, Freddy decided that if the local users wouldn't have him, maybe out-of-state users would. Freddy was too damned dumb to write a code hacker, so he had leeched one from the local 60 meg AE about a month ago. At about that time his file transfer priveledges were stripped from his account. The program was a multi-port multi-carrier hacker that Phukt Sector had written called "Phuk-a-Code". Freddy did not understand what the fuck this meant, he just knew it must be good since it did so many things that he just didn't understand. He ran Phuk-a-code, set some parameters, let it fly then shut off his screen. He sat on his bed for awhile then his mother came in. She kissed him on the cheek, which turned him on, and told him to hurry up and go to bed. She left and shut his door. After he heard his parent's bedroom door shut he lifted up his mattress and pulled out a wrinkled photo he had gotten from one of his geek friends. The photo had been pulled from an outdated issue of Penthouse magazine; it was of a scraggly-looking whore laying spread-eagled on the bed. Although little Freddy didn't fully understand the picture (mind you he was a dumbass fuckup), he would still sit and gaze at it for several minutes at a time. He would then whip his half-hard tiny dick out of his pajamas and begin fondling it. He would continue to gaze at the picture. He would then clench his dick in his hand and begin jacking off, still gazing into the uncomprehended picture. He got no feeling from it, yet he continued to whack off. He whacked and whacked until he tired himself out, clicked off the light, then went to sleep. He woke up the next morning and clicked on his computer screen. No codes had been recorded. He had heard some of knowledgable hackers of the local area talking about how tightly the phone companies were watching out for phreakers and hackers. He did have a small speck of intelligence as he turned off the computer before going to school; he knew it would be dumb to leave it hacking through the day. He went off to school as usual, his dick aching from last night. All through the day little Freddy thought about going home and hacking out codes. Finally 3 o'clock came, and he hopped on the school bus. When the bus driver stopped in front of his house he was out the door before it had hardly opened. He rushed inside and clicked on his computer, eagerly loading Phuk-a-Code. He input the parameters to continue hacking from where he had stopped last night, and Phuk-a-code set to work. He ran downstairs to get some milk and cookies and rushed back upstairs to start on his homework. He had just finished his math and was about to start on science when his computer produced a few short beeping sounds. Overjoyed, Little Freddy dashed over and slammed on the monitor switch. Sure enough, there was a valid code sitting on the screen. Freddy hurriedly copied it down and broke out of Phuk-a-code. He stuck in ASCII Express and went to dial mode. AE dialed the 950 port and the code, and Freddy heard the pause in the tone. He was getting too excited. AE paused and then dialed the number to an 80 meg board he knew of in Arizona. (Arizona? Oh well, many places are barren so will make for a nice place to set up a mock board...) Yeah, it was, er, Cattle Molestors Anonymous, yeah, that's what it was. He soon saw "Connect 1200" and he just about fell out of his chair. Gee, we must give him some credit, he's a fucked up loser schmuck fartsniffer, surely we can't go so far as to give him 300 baud, can we? Oh well. He entered "NEW" at the prompt and proceeded to fill out a new-user application. He got into the system and sat there stunned for a few minutes. [Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Bulletin boards Wait...loading. [#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Post a bulletin Address to: ALL U K00L PEOPLZ Title: HEY D00DZ HOW R U? Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE 1-602-4-PHUK-ME 60 megs ENTER on blank line to edit. ----------------------------- 1. HEY GUYS, I AM CALLING HERE FROM FLORIDA AINT THIS KEEN? I AM USING 2. SPRINT TO CALL HERE BECAUSE I HACKED THIS CODE OUT WITH PHUK-A-CODE. 3. ONE OF MY FRIENDS WROTE IT. DO ANY OF U D00DZ WANT TO TRADE SOME 4. WAREZ? MY LATEST AND KEEN WARE IS ULTIMA III. I COPIED IT FROM THE 5. TEACHER AT MY MIDDLE SK00L. MY VOICE NUMBER IS 555-1234. OH YEAH 6. I GUESS U NEED THE AREA CODE SO THAT'S 813. CALL ME SOMETIME IF YOU 7. WANT 2 TRADE. I GUESS I'LL GO SEE IF THIS BOARD HAS ANY WAREZ I 8. WANT. I WILL ALSO UPLOAD STICKBEAR ABC'S IF ANY OF U D00DZ WANT 9. IT. FIRST I NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO USE THE X-MODEM OPTION IN 10. THIS PROGRAM. 11. L8R 12. FREDDY 13. CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save message Saving...wait. [#1/The Cow Pit] Command:Quit to main [Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] File transfers Sorry, you do not yet have access to the AE section. [Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Feedback to the Head Cow Title: FILZ AND STUFF Cattle Molestors Anonymous AE 1-602-4-PHUK-ME 60 megs ENTER on blank line to edit. ----------------------------- 1. HEY MR. SYS-OP, I WOULD MUCHLY APPRECIATE ACCESS TO YOUR FILE TRANSFER 2. SECTION. I WANT TO SEE IF YOU HAVE ANY PROGRAMS I MIGHT NEED. I HAVE 3. SOME WARZ TO UPLOAD IF YOU WANT THEM AND I CAN CALL OFTEN BECAUSE I 4. HAVE A SPRINT CODE. I LEFT YOU MY REAL VOICE NUMBER SO YOU CAN CALL 5. ME BY VOICE SOMETIME AND WE CAN TALK. L8R. 6. CMA AE: Abort, Continue, Delete, Edit, Insert, New, Save: Save feedback Saving...wait. [Cattle Molestor's Anonymous][Command] Hang up Goodbye FREDDY, thanx for calling. You were caller #28631. $x1$yas{]5 NO*CARRIER Need I explain WHY all the users hated Freddy? Out of the long list of NO'S that Freddy went by, the obvious thing he did wrong was post about using a sprint port, leaving his fuckin VOICE NUMBER all over, and posting just the lame shit. He was satisfied with himself for some unearthly reason, and he resumed his wonderful science homework. Later on that night he placed calls to other long distance systems around the country. Little Freddy called just about every damned board in the country using the same damned port and code. He posted his voice number quite often and just did stupid giveaway shit. However he did not get caught, and he continued in his habits for approximately two months. He leeched wares left and right. The sysops of some of the boards were beginning to get sick of his shit and were blacklisting him. Until it got so out of hand that the sysop of a relatively "clean" (minus a few ELITE sections) system reported Freddy to the Gestapo. The Gestapo watched Freddy's line for a while, and caught him red handed a number of times. One afternoon little Freddy came home from school and jumped onto a board located in Boise, Idaho. He was on for a few minutes and someone rang the doorbell. He quickly logged off the system and rushed downstairs. He hoped to see his geeky little friend Bob. What he saw instead was the figure of a burly man standing in his doorway. He looked aside and saw behind the man several other men, holding briefcases and various equipment. His mother greeted them warmly (and goofily) and invited them in. Freddy stood in the kitchen, out of sight, listening intently. The men began explaining to Freddy's mother that Freddy had been using other people's Sprint accounts to illegally place long distance telephone calls. Freddy's mother was appalled and immdeiately took Freddy's defense. But the first man whipped several computer printouts from his briefcase, showing detailed records of Freddy's activities on their phone network. The mother's face dropped, and she began bawling. How could her precious little pure son do something so awful? She ran into another room to grab some Kleenex. As she looked up she saw Freddy standing solemnly in the doorway. She lunged at him and picked him up by his belt and threw him across the dining room table. "How in the hell could you DO something like this Frederick Allen Smith? How dare you!" His mother was ravaging across the dining room after Freddy. The four Gestapo representatives came into the dining room. They tried to stop Mrs. Smith from beating her son but it was too late; she was already placing humongous dents in the sheet-rock walls with her son's head. The Gestapo men pulled the mother away. She said to them, between her deep gasps for air, "Give us a day or two to knock some sense into him and figure out what's happening here." The men left the house and Freddy was sent to his room. The next day his mother left for the grocery store. Having been busted already, Little Freddy figured he could get away with calling the boards again with the code; surely they had stopped monitoring his line. But just as soon as he dialed the code, there were hard knocks on his door. He rapidly shut off the computer. The knocks became louder. They combined with the increasing thumping in his ears. He tried to hide. They would go away. No. After several minutes the punding continued, increasing in force with each stroke on the door. Freddy finally dashed at the front door and swung it open and cried, "What do you WANT? Stop that BEATING SHIT!" There stood on his front porch two of the Gestapo men. They enetered the house without saying a word. They shut the door behind them. "Hey! You can't come in here like that!" squeaked Freddy. Still the men said nothing. The first man grabbed Freddy and picked him up. The men then carried Freddy upstairs to his bedroom. They threw him down on the bed and shut and locked his doors. They stripped him naked and began fondling him. One of the Gestapo men shoved two large fingers deep into Freddy's tiny intestinal tract. Freddy screamed loudly so the the other man gagged him. The men began rubbing Freddy's ass. One man grabbed Freddy's dick and began whacking him off. Freddy wiggled and tried his hardest to get away, but the other Gestapo man held him down. The man took his hand away from Freddy's dick and shoved his two middle fingers up Freddy's asshole. He began sucking Freddy's dick. He sucked for a long long while, then the other man began to suck. Still Freddy could not come. Unsatisfied, the Gestapo men left Freddy's house. Freddy sat on his bed, crying. Why did he have to be punished this way for his phone crimes? Were all people molested for their crimes? He looked out his bedroom window and continued to cry. He saw the men leave through the back door and begin fooling in the bushes. He ran to the phone to dial the police. He was shaking badly and his crying fits wouldn't subside. He picked up the phone. He dialed a nine. He heard a hissing noise outside his window. He dialed a one. The hissing became louder and he turned around. He turned back around to dial another one. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A bright light flashed into Freddy's eyes and a strong force blew his naked body across his room and into the wall. In this last brief moment he realized the Gestapo men had planted a bomb in the bushes below his window. It was not the explosion however that killed him, but it was the large chunk of sharp glass that flew at him with such great speed, drove through his eyes, sliced cleanly through his brain and stuck into the wall. 12/05/89 by Gross Genitalia. The Followers of Fetus: Bloody Afterbirth, Fetal Juice, Gross Genitalia, Tasty Abortion and Twisted Testicles.